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The water sprouts with excitement!
I remember the days of my innocence
when cloudy skies were not a metaphor;
an omen to validate pessimist outlooks on life
“Oh! Go play, baby! Mommy will come in a bit”
A leaf falls farther from heaven
reminder of the magic we’ve surrendered
for the repetitive nature of the life we chose;
a machine that doesn’t truly stop moving
Daddy is busy again.
So plant the excitement in the concrete playground
With a distant hope for the blossom of laughter
Although it may be too deep for growth through concrete;
play opportunities, buried by boundaries.
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