Being hopeful and all that jazz

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Where the Sunshine is

The soft melody of
Children’s voices
Entangles with the silence
On my solitary path
Their dialogue stolen
By distance’s sailing hands
Definition scrambled
In the shadowed inches
Of a nocturnal kingdom
Whose indigo parasol
Glitters with dots of
Diamond diagrams
And a few fluffs of cotton
That sparkle in their bellies
As they beeline it
Straight to nowhere

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