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An Encircling Notion
Where do the children play?
Are they happy,
in thoughtful consequence?
A vision's loss,
in technological isolation
Eyeful souls,
keen in tempting stimulation
Serene whispers in simple vision
A power of purpose,
in playful decision
Sleeping memories,
are as braidful* in jade
Born of the stars,
in crimson shade
A fragile universe,
born in youthful success
Binding threads,
in passionate express
Recipients gather,
in guideful self esteem
Children in moonful light,
continue on in secret dream
Where do the children stay?
Are they happy,
in unknown innocence?
poem
by
Thomas Foreman
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