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The sound of children
comes in swells
like the sea…. I love
how they fill the emptiness and silence
with their unfettered selves, how
they interact and fly
with the spirit of kites
and the gulls foray. How the clouds
pile in the distance and sit
cotton candy pink and purple
as bruises on the horizon.
Like you, I love the unfettered enthusiasm of children. They bring me such joy! Your poem twists into day bruises, however. Children can as quickly twist, too. Unfettered equals unpredictable! Ah yes, childhood should be freedom of spirit. I wish it were so for all children!
Yes, it is their human right. Thanks for your comment.
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