I saw the amazing skies with their very own water colours
shine and I felt the shine inside of them the pearl decked clouds
the feeling of music in me
drift, do not drift away I yearned but could not say.
and this was childhood.
they do not teach us this and think we are little because we are
amazed at the
skies and pearled within; they think of us as shells
and require of us school.
and yet without being taught we loved beauty, the high winds;
the little breezes in the rose garden.
and felt we could say things to the stars.
mary angela douglas 25 january 2015
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