it's not where or what you would expect.
no giant clam shell filled with coins and gems.
no water, or fish or darkness of depth.
they come, endlessly, by the hundreds.
with books and bags,
on skates and bikes,
they run in, crawl in, rush in,
some are in a hurry and go
Others come to hide.
all after the elixir of the promise,
of energy and warmth.
to be awake and alive
to find magic.
meanwhile, she smiles with
her tail wrapped around her body.
in her crown, with the shinny luster,
of a new pearl.
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 2:25 PM UTC
it's not where or what you would expect.
no giant clam shell filled with coins and gems.
no water, or fish or darkness of depth.
they come, endlessly, by the hundreds.
with books and bags,
on skates and bikes,
they run in, crawl in, rush in,
some are in a hurry and go
Others come to hide.
all after the elixir of the promise,
of energy and warmth.
to be awake and alive
to find magic.
meanwhile, she smiles with
her tail wrapped around her body.
in her crown, with the shinny luster,
of a new pearl.
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