ten crayons
outside the box
arranged with care
onto a canvas of crumpled paper
found in an old pocket of childhood dreams
hidden within his toybox of time
a crayon for each of her fingers
each tracing a separate crease of wisdom
coloring possibility
and slanted rays of sunshine
warming toes hidden beneath hairy strands of soft grass
yet grounded like the spine of a sturdy oak
painted with flexible uncertainty
by strong playful hands
each finger touches a different color
of unwritten hues
as the crumpled paper begins to come alive
within the freedom of childish abandon
on a desktop of shared understanding
posted by Cyndy
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