Childhood

June 12, 2010
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The world is an empty canvas
Waiting for great brushstrokes
Of desire

Or a book
Crisp and white
Beckoning to create
Anything
Or
Everything

The swing set,
A magical gateway
To glistening worlds
Of fantasy and wonder

Soaring skylarks
Spread their wings
On the eternal sky
Of childhood.





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