Eyes full of curiosity, hearts composed of searching. With youthful philosophy dripping from their pink lips, they travel through this unjust world. They tire their small muscles discovering, collecting, experience after experience. Their hearts are full and they fill my heart; with their silly and soft words, with the ever present challenge of time and it’s fleeting. I try, yes I try not hard enough, to be a home for those little minds, a warm comfort in this rough world of confusion.
Where pain and sadness are no stranger to them. I see them out there, existing and thriving. And I pray, on my own life and my own weary heart, that they continue to thrive. There is so much beauty within them and I want nothing more than to spend my life marveling at them existing in the world. I want to follow the trail of their stardust and be just one of the things that grows beneath the glow.
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