Swinging on tires
Without a care in the world;
Perfect childhood.
Without a care in the world;
Perfect childhood.
MakeItShineThis was good, but it was wanting. It lacks substance. Lengthen it, expound on that blissful (or painful) childhood which each of us experiences. Maybe describe the pangs of childhood, the feels and the sights.
Thanks! But sorry, our assignment for class was to write ONE haiku about nature and keep it simple. I just added it to the website, I didn't add on. But thanks for the criticism.
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