grains

Bismillah..

"To see the world in a grain of sand, 

and to see heaven in a wildflower, 

hold infinity in the palm of your hands, 

and eternity in an hour."

-William Blake

a chalkboard suddenly crosses my mind

dim sounds of footsteps and synchronized voices

times passed away just by looking at the clouds

wondering if its the sky or the ground that moves

all these raw things made my childhood memories

I wondered what made the new generation

what made the childhood of people across the world

when some things are too real

when you don't have that much to dream about

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or when there's too much dreaming

it becomes a delusion

a made-up world

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... a child's world is so small

that it's so big

that it's so pure, it would not lie

despite the princess frock or plastic toys

no matter how grown-ups like to create a child-like living for their kids

inside, the hearts a pure faith

of a world quite mysterious in its own way

of raw belief that everything would work out

"even if you're on the playground slide with your head down"
-Erfan

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