This place has magic.
Children run after each other.
Chasing each other,
The straps of their bags over their heads;
Their peals of laughter cutting into the air,
High above the sounds of blaring vehicle horns....
Their joy is so abundant, it reaches their eyes
And spreads their faces into
The most uncorrupted and widest grins I've ever seen!
They wave back at us, random strangers,
Looking happier, if that were even possible,
Unconsciously and innocently inflicting on us,
Their childish spirit and mood!
-Dharmavaram-
26-06-2014
~The Faith Girl
Children run after each other.
Chasing each other,
The straps of their bags over their heads;
Their peals of laughter cutting into the air,
High above the sounds of blaring vehicle horns....
Their joy is so abundant, it reaches their eyes
And spreads their faces into
The most uncorrupted and widest grins I've ever seen!
They wave back at us, random strangers,
Looking happier, if that were even possible,
Unconsciously and innocently inflicting on us,
Their childish spirit and mood!
-Dharmavaram-
26-06-2014
~The Faith Girl
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