Child of the Universe

December 12, 2007 § Leave a comment


Mankind plays in the forest
on seesaws.
Starving children
run with ripped wings.
Repeated words they hear
find openings…
Broken dreams
fall deep in my head.
Let them go,
gifts to the dead.
Have childlike faith.
The Master plan is unclear:
travel in the world
without reservation or fear.

© Sonya Rose

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