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Children of Light





















©
 Shers Gallagher 2016

No lingering in the caves of martyrs
nor hunkering down in alcoves of fear.
The children of light embrace the noonday sun 
while tasting the brine of laughter on salt water tongues
and kicking with glee the waves that are lapping 
like puppy dog kisses at their feet.
They are the righteous shining of the dawn,
and their joy rises from the ashes 
of our present despair.
Light a single candle against the darkness
and you will see their dancing shadows 
cascading everywhere.

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  1. the innocence of childhood. LOvely.

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  2. Children are so innocent and their lust for life addicting.

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  3. children dance to their own internal rhythm...

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  4. Love the joy you showed so well. :)

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