Letter from a child's playground
"Nothing!" you call him.
And, he is all smiles.
Neighborhood sun shines
On a verdant land.
Sprinkled waters still
Remember close scent
Of grassy valley.
'Nothing' is the name
Of these moments from past,
The perpetual child
Playing with dusts, dirt...
"Nothing!" you call him.
Here he comes dwindling
"Not yet!" he will say.
The play never ends.


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what I said
Lovely
Blessings ~
Your Friend,
Rene
I'm glad I learned to nuture that child rather than:
Sprinkled waters still
Remember close scent
Of grassy valley.
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