The Dreams of a Child
The dreams of a child
come not only at night.
Their awakened world is
also a world of dreams:
seeing giants in the sky
while grown-ups see
but meandering clouds;
fighting pitched battles,
always bloodless, with
unnamed evil hordes
unseen by the adults
the children are so
ardent to protect.
A child can cup
the whole world
in a small hand
and span eternity
itself with only a
little, little heart.
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