red sun walks down toward the water
little flecks of black move to and fro
it just birds ushering her red highness
to her nocturnal resting place
when i was a kid the other kids laughed
when i drew a picture of soft round hills
and the sun with long red locks and sea shell pink lips
they said the hills looked like asses
and my sun looked like a witch
i don’t recall feeling anything in particular
i just left the class and walked away
and now that i’m grown up
that memory comes and goes
and i wonder what happened to those kids
with no imagination at all
words less spoken 
this is brilliant! loved this ☺️
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thanks for reading friend I really enjoy the feedback 🙂
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Brilliant piece!
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thanks so much Eugenia, it was one of those kid moments that stays with you, like The Wonder Years but a little twisted lol
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You’re welcome.
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You have imagination in spades.
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lol thanks Len lol
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