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Hand in hand they run Grass above their heads Lost in a world Of a seven year old’s Fantasy Summer heat hangs thick Sweat clings hair to her face Sweat clings a shirt to his back Cicadas chirp and butterflies flutter Still lost in the world Of a seven year old’s Fantasy Under an oak tree they sit Gasping for air that eludes them A lollipop is revealed from his pocket A smile dances on her lips They take turns enjoying the taste Sharing lollipop kisses Forever lost in the world Of a seven year old’s Fantasy |
until the weary world weaves dreams from dust we'll need to trust the child in each of us to gather as much magic as we can find in a simple kiss outside of time | Posted on 2012-06-23 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | |