Open
My lips
Let the clouds disappear into foggy artificial play
Artificial play is better than no play - she said
Yes, but what about real joy?
I miss the joy that sits close and wraps around me
And the bright and beautiful joy that draws us near your grandmother’s piano
It lives - he said
With our family, friends, neighbors, and all we all
Within self and with others
It’s shared
It’s transitory
It’s sacred
Joy lives and seeks to be found
About the Creator
Archery Owl
Father and Friend
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Excellent work.loved
Indeed! 🥰 Joy lives within us and around us ❤️ Thanks for sharing~
This is so beautiful, loved the imagery! 😇