On a Sunny Evening
On A Sunny Evening On a purple sun-shot evening Under wide-flowering chestnut trees Upon the threshold full of dust Yesterday, today, the days are all like these. Trees flower forth in beauty, Lovely, too, their very wood all gnarled and old Into their crowns of green and gold. The sun has made a veil of gold So lovely that my body aches. Above, the heavens shriek with blue Convinced Ive smiled by some mistake. The world's abloom and seem to smile. I want to fly but where, how high? If in bared wire, things can bloom Why couldn't I? I will not die! 1994 Anonymous Written by the children in Barracks L318 and L417 Age: 10-16 years
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