Childhood & Innocence
“Echoes from the Mango Tree”
There was a time joy had no cost—
just the thrill of chasing shadows
and peeling mangoes with sticky hands.
Laughter lived in the dirt,
and dreams grew wild like hibiscus.
Back when the world was soft,
and innocence still sang in our bones.
I return there sometimes—
not in body,
but in memory.
Because healing begins
where we left our light.
“Echoes from the Mango Tree”
There was a time joy had no cost—
just the thrill of chasing shadows
and peeling mangoes with sticky hands.
Laughter lived in the dirt,
and dreams grew wild like hibiscus.
Back when the world was soft,
and innocence still sang in our bones.
I return there sometimes—
not in body,
but in memory.
Because healing begins
where we left our light.
Childhood & Innocence🤸
“Echoes from the Mango Tree”🌳
There was a time joy had no cost—
just the thrill of chasing shadows
and peeling mangoes with sticky hands.
Laughter lived in the dirt,
and dreams grew wild like hibiscus.
Back when the world was soft,
and innocence still sang in our bones.
I return there sometimes—
not in body,
but in memory.
Because healing begins
where we left our light.
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