'nothing' For Contest
A bug under a rock
and a sweetie found in a pocket,
or the tickle of a feather.
Through the eyes of a child,
the whole of creation;
all is wonder.
Then comes our wisdom.
That nothing is beautiful.
And childhood dies.
Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015
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