Shownotes
worlds without blueprints
Paper Trail Poetry
Letter blocks, green, blue, and red,
Are the only reading materials
For a solitary teddy bear
Lodged between two toy tractors
Collecting dust in the old toy chest
A myriad of memories sit dormant
In this attic abode, awaiting
A nostalgic itch to come searching
I know you remember those days where childlike wonder bloomed
As sun streamed through open windows,
Laughter filled the room,
And imaginations worked over time
To construct worlds without blueprints
Let these relics of your past reveal
A thread you never tugged on
To rekindle that quiet spark of joy
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