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One day, many years ago…

The world glimmered with an iridescent glow.

Spawned from the sky was everlasting sun.

I was free to laugh, free to fly, free to run.

In the forest, I found fairies afloat.

On leaftops and satin petal boats.

I watched paper canoes drift along the shore’s edge.

Sailing to new places and journeys ahead.

The magic of youth kindled a colorful world.

A world of pretend.

A world without fear.

A world with no end?

One day, years ago…

The world darkened from that iridescent glow.

Blocked from the sky was a temporary sun.

I could laugh, I could cry, I could run.

In the library, I found stories untold.

On pages the words sat stowed.

I watched images of people and places form in my head.

A place where thoughts and ideas were left to tread.

At my desk, I picked up a pen.

And once more my story glimmered with that iridescent glow.

The magic of writing rekindled my colorful world.

My world of pretend.

My world without fear.

My world without end