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Bliss

Bliss, a sense I’d say I miss the most since I was six or so.  
Yet when I think of how it went when I was six or so,
I think I’ve shaded over certain things in light of seeing less as more,  
For youth was something sweeter to remember when I’ve summed away  
The rest of all things that I would rather chose to best ignore.  
I should instead allow myself to see the world without the thought
Of bliss as being something which I felt that I could live without.  
But now that I’ve explored the ways of how I spun my younger days,
I see now life’s more beautiful than how I’d never known it for,  
And truth be told it overflows, once you see how less is more.  
 
So with warm regards from me to whom the person that I was before,  
And hoping that I’ll ever be  
The dream of me, at six, adored.
Written by fiveamtuesday
Published | Edited 31st Jul 2023
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