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poem submitted to "Month of the Child" poetry contest, Trina Layne, sponsor, 5/22/2026
We roamed where the night grew thin, a veil of gossamer air, touched the moonlight as it brushed against our skin, something kind and rare~ childhood, the world a magical reverie. We followed shadows down the lane, their edges soft with glow, heard distant owls repeat the secrets only children know~ childhood, each moment held in secrecy. We cupped the quiet in our hands, a fragile, glowing thread, believed the moonlight understands the dreams we never said~ childhood, drifting silently.
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