my dreams are tied
like gossamer sails
to tiny paper boats
setting sail
upon rivulets of joy
that catch
the fleeting gaze
of a child
lost in the magic
of an orphaned sunbeam
upon her upturned palm.
like gossamer sails
to tiny paper boats
setting sail
upon rivulets of joy
that catch
the fleeting gaze
of a child
lost in the magic
of an orphaned sunbeam
upon her upturned palm.
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