Listen to the child’s cry,
And never forget the passion,
It’s not just a war cry,
It’s a form of expression.

Listen to the child’s cry,
It’s rapidly driven into passion,
Look in future’s eye,
You can’t deny illumination.

Songs are puzzles that children sing,
They don’t worry about signs, about pains,
Because they have no meaning,

Songs are composed for children to sing,
As their voices fly to the amaranthine skies,
Hearts will sink in amethyst oceans of the divine.

©2008 Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission! – (From Elixir of Wisdom)

Elya Thorn

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