The world feels a dark and complicated morass
Wherein innumerable lost children drift
In and out of the shadows, greeting each other with a smile or ethereal nod
Isolated, lonely hearts playing
With complex emotions in a word staying
Abreast of all the troubling events for better or worse
Light and laughter dwells but a moment precipitates
In tender unions just before fears foment
A cascade of ****** worries filling up the eternal halls
Then a lit flame at first finds another
Huddling in the dark over scraps kali
Left for kindling a fire in the depths of destruction
At first the two but soon three and more
Shelter the faltering fire taking hold for
Reviving communion among the distanced souls
As more join a bonfire starts and talking
Not just of pleasantries you hear while walking
But of sincere connection between scared children discovering they can conquer the dark, united and lonely
Walking the halls of mirrors and shadows
Some children still pass in the dark hall
Knowing not the darkness nor how small yet omnipresent
They really are in the scope of the full extent of the world
But every once in a while, more often as it grows
A child stops and really sees what the others chose
In banding about a fire fueled by the scraps of a difficult time
Together we unite, together we are a bonfire of crackles and smoke and wiffs of collective dreams
Now is the time, set aside the egoic ruminations
Community Spirit.

Children In High Spirit Of Collective Dreams , TOUCHED!!
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Nicely written 👌💕
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Thank you Ay, appreciated. ♥️🙏🏻
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