Sunday, 10 August 2014

The magic children

Children bathed in glitter, laughter, the human good

With bare feet that struck and raised the dust from it's ground,

the cheer of the wind and the happiness of untainted sunlight

Between the rapture of the earth and day they floated,

eyes shut in complete exuberance, tongues gagging in uncontrollable laughter,

avoiding the bruises on their elbows and knees,

the flea bites and the hungry bellies

The cracked wand drops and the magic dies

At once they turn into beautiful, colourful birds

that scatter atop and leave me empty skies

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