CHILDREN
CHILDREN Children, in their microcosmic world: a magic bourne denied to adults: playing on a winter’s day, making an Arctic in a patch of snow. Children splashing in the water: sailing Armadas in a puddle. Every puddle a boundless ocean, with magic lands set all around. Children quick to laugh, and equally quick to cry: quick to hug and quick to strike: tiny adults in the making. Fiends incarnate when awake: angels from Heaven when asleep. Lambent eyes now firmly closed: peach-like skin o’erlaid... Sign in to see full entry.