Childrens laughter
Like ringing bells
Befriends the air
Its noise to send
Outward to
A time long passed
A distant memory
Where hours last.
Much longer than
They seem today
A frenzied rush
Of non stop play
Mothers shouting
Its time to eat
Five more minutes please
Upon the street.
The echo now
Like walls to fall
Upon shadows grace
Of sunshines call
Fading as
The end of day
Time drawn back
But still at play.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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