Adrift her world no obstacles no dreams to moor, imobilzed and still
she sailed through stardust particles then glode into the nil
Into the fire of night she tousled through, by daylight saving time a strew
a scattering of stars appeared leading her inside a flower garden made for two;
The scent of Angel trumpets, gardenias, evening primrose
blended with a fragrant voice, she simply had no choice
as she pressed her little hand against the lunar soil's embroil,
foam flowers, chocolate daisies, and liliums appeared;
A shift, then suddenly beyond the reach of earth a blessed gift of lift
she flew inside that dwelling place where benevolent souls ignite;
Lawned love plush against the evening breeze
even stars of night choose their light protease
when a small child enters an evening Kingdom
like a Grandiflorus cactus falling backwards, into time...
They say that one's life passes through their minds just before death reaches them. During my close calls with death, there wasn't time except for a brief, "Oh shit," only to find that what I expected didn't happen--thank goodness.
In this case, you seem to be providing a child's view stream of consciousness that is filled with all kinds of images in no particular order except to enhance the senses and images that appear as one reads. Well done as a fantasy of what might be happening then a child's brain dies.
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
A young student is interested in learning coding programs. He applies and is rejected because of his age. He does not give up and tries again and is accepted. Eventu
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In this case, you seem to be providing a child's view stream of consciousness that is filled with all kinds of images in no particular order except to enhance the senses and images that appear as one reads. Well done as a fantasy of what might be happening then a child's brain dies.
Ron