Echoes of Departure
A Chronicle of Childhood Farewell
In childhood halls, where memories do cling,
Familiar echoes of laughter and play.
A whispered breeze heralds the journey's swing.
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Boxes packed, a tapestry takes wing,
Leaving behind the comforting array.
In childhood halls, where memories do cling
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Walls once painted with dreams that would spring,
Now stand silent, as if in disarray.
A whispered breeze heralds the journey's swing.
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Glimpses of youth in each room take a fling,
A symphony of echoes in disarray.
In childhood halls, where memories do cling.
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The front porch where innocence would sing,
Now bears the weight of a farewell sway.
A whispered breeze heralds the journey's swing.
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Leaving behind the place where heartstrings cling,
Yet, in departure, a new dawn may gray.
In childhood halls, where memories do cling,
A whispered breeze heralds the journey's swing.
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That's why it's utmost important to keep our inner child happy even when we're an adult. Loved your Villanelle!