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boy stands alone
at the thin edge of his life
behind him, his story
ahead, his history
Precious lenses range the panorama
he imagines
his balloon-head buffeted
out to the dreamscape by
currents; kind, protective
like a woman enfolding him in her arms
fear abandons him
his young soul leaps forward
into the textured fate
of a colourful canvas
and all he feels
is a damp coolness
against his warm red cheeks
at the thin edge of his life
behind him, his story
ahead, his history
Precious lenses range the panorama
he imagines
his balloon-head buffeted
out to the dreamscape by
currents; kind, protective
like a woman enfolding him in her arms
fear abandons him
his young soul leaps forward
into the textured fate
of a colourful canvas
and all he feels
is a damp coolness
against his warm red cheeks
posted by timeintotime at 11:50 AM
3 Comments:
you write with a beautiful simplicity
powerful thoughts and clarity of words produces a strong effect. i'm always looking forward to what you come up with next.
wow that was just wonderful!!!
loved it!
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