ninja-bunny - Hello Poetry

The children run and fly in a world of their own, they know not of sin nor of danger. Their innocence is always shinning yet their mischief is viewed as silly. They are special, these children. They care not for the world that surrounds them; only play is on their minds. These children fly high in the sky-soaring and touching the sun. They do not burn. They are the brightest stars in the darkest of nights. Will you come and fly away with them?

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Nov 25, 2015

Nov 25, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC

ninja-bunny

Come and Fly Away

The children run and fly in a world of their own, they know not of sin nor of danger. Their innocence is always shinning yet their mischief is viewed as silly. They are special, these children. They care not for the world that surrounds them; only play is on their minds. These children fly high in the sky-soaring and touching the sun. They do not burn. They are the brightest stars in the darkest of nights. Will you come and fly away with them?

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One day, a child was drifting, not a thought of hatred, nor a thought of care in the world. On this particular day, a wise person came to the child and asked her,"What is in the wind?" The child was wondrous and did not know how to answer. She replied,"I believe the wind is within us all-drifting within peace and misery; occasionally becoming a tornado of torments and a hurricane of despair." The wise man looked into the child's eyes and said,"You are a smart, special child, you. Maybe one day you will see the wind in all of us." From the remainder of her days, the little girl questioned everyone about the wind. She found that not one person said the same answer.

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Nov 25, 2015

Nov 25, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC

ninja-bunny

The Wise Person Once Told Me

One day, a child was drifting, not a thought of hatred, nor a thought of care in the world. On this particular day, a wise person came to the child and asked her,"What is in the wind?" The child was wondrous and did not know how to answer. She replied,"I believe the wind is within us all-drifting within peace and misery; occasionally becoming a tornado of torments and a hurricane of despair." The wise man looked into the child's eyes and said,"You are a smart, special child, you. Maybe one day you will see the wind in all of us." From the remainder of her days, the little girl questioned everyone about the wind. She found that not one person said the same answer.

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Sometimes I am sad and feel lonely without you. I look towards the sky wondering, Do you see the same clouds I see? Do you see the hope I want? Do you see the same possibilities and opportunities I see? I long to see you again, but if you come, will I have the courage to come to you? I am lost and lonely; will I ever see you again?

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC

ninja-bunny

Are You There?

Sometimes I am sad and feel lonely without you. I look towards the sky wondering, Do you see the same clouds I see? Do you see the hope I want? Do you see the same possibilities and opportunities I see? I long to see you again, but if you come, will I have the courage to come to you? I am lost and lonely; will I ever see you again?

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