Unsullied delights the-boys
are infant’s eyes  
of fresh beginning 
in untouched wonder

 

How powerful
a sense
of passionate decree
what does reach
the unreachable soul

 

A mortal spring
anew
as primal
as forevers’ meant
of thought
so quickly taken
of moment’s sake

 

Dare to linger
in joy’s abyss . . .
for quickly passed 
be sorely missed ©

-epc


“What we play is life.” ~Louis Armstrong

 

 

 

 

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