worlds without blueprints Paper Trail Poetry Letter blocks, green, blue, and red,Are the only reading materialsFor a solitary teddy bearLodged between two toy tractorsCollecting dust in the old toy chest
A myriad of memories sit dormantIn this attic abode, awaitingA nostalgic itch to come searching
I know you remember those days where childlike wonder bloomedAs sun streamed through open windows,Laughter filled the room,And imaginations worked over timeTo construct worlds without blueprints
Let these relics of your past revealA thread you never tugged onTo rekindle that quiet spark of joy

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