Echoes of Childhood
In the village's heart, where time was slow, We played till the dusk in the fields below. The 90s kids, with laughter so free, Shared their world of games and joy with me. I’d wait all day, eyes on the hill, For mother’s return, her voice so still. Those were the days, pure and bright, Where simple moments felt just right.
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