To play as children do is the innocence of time, suspended in a moment, divine yet fleeting
Those wonderful wishes we shared in a whisper by candlelight forever linger in our hearts
For the purest of hearts, dreams last longer, spread on the wings of their imagination
Soaring into the sky’s, beyond the clouds and into the stars, across the universe
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CR. Phoenix
I live each moment, creatively writing from an ensemble of memories, lessons, experiences and whatever my imagination cooks up.
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Don't we all wish to be rich in earnest hope and joy like that again? Lovely poem