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Safeguard
April 30, 2013
The sunset tasted like orange cream yogurt,
the taste of my short childhood.
The wind smelled of fresh cut grass,
on a beautiful summer’s eve.
I sat on the soft picnic blanket,
as my innocent child ran by.
Her laughter moved like a rushing wave,
waiting to pull me under.
To protect her from the powering evils,
that she cannot see,
so she can taste,
and smell,
and hear,
every color of the world.
© Chris B., Phoenix, AZ
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