Etched
I caught them,
in the middle of the Gasconade
with treasure rocks
and dreaming trees(ambitious, but misguided.....trying so hard to touch the sky)
I was stealing fractions
freezing them
like dolls in glass
to be there always and keep the secrets
behind that smile....inside that look
were you happy? were you dreaming? were you thinking of another time?
for just that fraction of a second,
could you feel how good it feels
to simply be alive?
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