Children bathed in glitter, laughter; the human good,
with bare feet that pounced and drummed to raise the dust from its ground.
The cheer of the wind so free and the happiness of an untainted sunlight.
Between the rapture of the earth meeting the day, they floated,
eyes shut in complete exuberance, tongues gagging in uncontrollable laughter,
paying no mind the bruises on their elbows and knees,
their reddened flea bites and empty bellies.
The cracked wand drops to break and the magic, abruptly, dies.
At once they turn into beautiful, colourful butterflies
that scatter atop and leave me empty skies.
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