Thursday, September 1, 2016


There's a certain magic
That comes with young ones
As their smiles sparkle
And their toes twinkle
Fairy dust becomes unnecessary
With their quiet laughter
Shining through their eyes
The world is whole
And fragmented all at once
But in their treasured little hands
Rests our tomorrow


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