Only You, Child Transcendental…

~ forever brave ~

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Around the spent

Magic of my own days,

The air you breathe

Hovers like a spell.

Run little gymnast

Run!

Tightly, tightly

Tender limbs crouch,

Tumble and

Intuit footholds.

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Child transcendental,

Learn well for the

Benefit of your days,

For much

Is yet to be.

Curl

Roll and drop,

Bell-shaped flower,

Settling on a

Bangle of bright water.

Unfurl,

Stand tall

Like a poised mimosa

Under a sudden rainbow;

And what do I hear,

But the

Universe of your body

Calling.