Once upon a whim, beneath a tree twisted, little shadows, high and low, told stories only children know. Sweet feathers of laughter, drifting on an unseen breeze, light flickered against far-off dreams.
One would leap, one would dance in the gleaming concern, splashing whispers of forgotten songs as they held tiny boats made of scissors and twine.
What if there were hearts in crayons, shaped like pianos? Unlock hidden thoughts, brittle found along a thrifted road.
Were you to wander, away, away—for there you'll see reflections carved in laughter swirling through the sound.
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