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my eyes
through my eyes looks a child
who sees the world in bold yellows
and dances in the cold rain
screaming the sounds words are made of
he lays himself in blankets of grass
tickling his arms as ants crawl
and getting dizzy looking into the infinity
of the clouds marching over the blue ocean sky
there must be a million out there
great whales singing to each other
the boy walks down streets
dancing on the edge of the curb
while old ladies sniff in disdain
and the men wonder why he is not in school
he loves this girl in class
she sits by him in math and makes faces
and covers up her answers when he peeks
her lips are rose and her eyes rich brown
and he sighs about growing up
so he could kiss her take her home
I close my eyes and the child sleeps
the world has no place for cold rain
amongst the towers of thought philosophy drama
and clunky fumbling whispered I love you's