Child’s Mind

Child’s Mind

In the mid of the dark, the night mimics my colorful shinny skin…
With the moon shining brighter, we could play without fear of the viper in the backyard.
Back in the days we run to embrace the rain, now the in the days we run to hide from the down pour of the dark sky at noonday.
Painting our minds with new ideas, yet we could bath the whole day without getting drained as we compete on the floody ground.
Back in the days we where creative, now in the days we crave to one man’s idea to feel we are less lucrative.
I miss the kid I was, now the man I am, I love the more as we grow to know what it takes to stand alone.
Nature isn’t fair, but it’s pleasant to all as we still breath the breath of hope in our lungs of life.
This is my HOPE!

From:
Edward Benedict
#LeaderofthePark



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