Saturday, March 28, 2015

39. One for Connor

A boy in a bubble,
but the bubbles are free
and you are trapped
though your soul,
travels the wind
like a song.

You sing in our hearts
with play and laughter
and a perfection
that only imperfection
can convey.

We are in your world
but we do not know your world;
you are in our world
and it makes it
a better place.

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