This child remember


This child remember.


A clock leans on a hat brim,
in between,
two random thoughts of tea.
Looking, 
standing in fields of green,
glancing offward toward the sun.
I finnally see, 
casted flower glass end trees,
mushrooms delight.
Moonbeams.
It was the key 
to which feel,
did claim this resposibility,
of love, cast above mine head,
Granted of god, my protector universe.
The fence post of a dream in my head
that had led me back to your truth.
Your smile and stability. 
The child in you.

 

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