To Run
to see
the World
spin by,
to Breathe
the lavender breath
of Spring
and to blush
with Autumn,
to Touch
the late dust
of Summer
and raise umbrellas
under sprinklers,
to Hold
my sister’s hand
and Watch
the snowflakes lace
and blow.
to Hope with all my Blood
and Flesh
and to Dream
with nothing less
than my Soul,
this is Wonder.
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