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Palm Field Park (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

Laughter rolls off a child's tongue in the park of wind blown palms. It radiates into the air and travels to my ears. The sound sparks memories of my empty youth; where racking sobs and tears replaced the unrestrained expression of joy that this child enjoys. I follow the trail of this sonance to be welcomed with the sight of the toddler's mother embracing him in a wild spin that lifts his small body high into the sky. I smile at this scene, praying that the present path of their life never runs off track.

Jill Stockinger 1-Jan-21/6:39 PM
Learned a new word. Sonance. Thanks! (sound)
A little cliche'd but sweet.




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