Light was her companion, Shadows her playmates, Born with a heart of gold, The kid was always full of hope. Taking her little fingers out, She made shapes of butterfly and goat, Laughing at allher creations, She never thought that she would face a retaliation. Growing up she made jokes on all the shadow creatures that she made, Making stories for her play, She directed them how to move, And was proud to write their screenplays.
Situations changed, The kid grew upto become a fine young woman, She never remembered her little friends, And forgot about all the plays that she madefor them. Now,the light she loved became dimmer day by day, Atlast,to find herself all alone in a dark way, Scared to death, She tried to find back her shadow friends.
All in a vain, Not knowing about the darkness that she was in, "Where are you all? I'm afraid, please come back", she screamed, But, things were going to unfold in a way that she never would have thought or could have dreamed. In darkness, her friends started to show their true colours, Even her own shadow disappeared leaving her distressed, All other ones played a different gamewith her, This time, they wrote a screenplay for her. -JMJ
You’ve conveyed a beautiful and tender expression of youthful exuberance, creativity and happiness, dear Joyce, which, with time, may fade or become forgotten. That we hold dear the daylight of those early years, the promise of our authorship in control shall continue to bear the fruit of both happiness and prosperity in the days ahead. Thank you for sharing your lovely writing, my friend. 🌞
except for the caterpillar she’d made from her little finger… she’d never forgotten the fun and happy days… now that she too had grown up to become a moth… she flew into the darkness and swooping down scooped her friend up and flew away to the nearest light…
A Life's Journey 
You’ve conveyed a beautiful and tender expression of youthful exuberance, creativity and happiness, dear Joyce, which, with time, may fade or become forgotten. That we hold dear the daylight of those early years, the promise of our authorship in control shall continue to bear the fruit of both happiness and prosperity in the days ahead. Thank you for sharing your lovely writing, my friend. 🌞
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Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful comment. I really appreciate your kind words.
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Most welcome, Joyce 🙏🏼😊
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I salute to u. Amazing & heart touching words write up you in . I can So. … So….. Remember it’s. I haven’t other wrods!✍️👍
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You are really kind. Thank you so much.
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except for the caterpillar she’d made from her little finger… she’d never forgotten the fun and happy days… now that she too had grown up to become a moth… she flew into the darkness and swooping down scooped her friend up and flew away to the nearest light…
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This is beautiful. Let’s hope for the best. Thank you so much.
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