A Child Goes Forth

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The Smattering Sound of the River,

Twinkling about like a Butterfly,

in a Summer Breeze,

Gently Flows Foreseeing its Future ahead.

Little footprints fill the Sand knowing the feeling of Urge to jump right in.

The breeze that Stretches across the Water fills all of Life with Joy.

Birds Singing.

Reflections of Beauty upon the Water,

Reaching up,

Drawing me Closer,

There was a child went forth every day; And the first sounds she heard and the first objects she look’d upon she became; And those things...

He sits, his back to a tree. Eyes darting, pen hovering over unmarked page. An ant crawls over his leg. He doesn’t notice. Glancing at...

Far beneath are the people that have never been gleaned upon, the stories never told like an unopened book, the secrets I am never to...