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  • Parisa Rose


At some point each day I cannot take in anymore

I have to stop and sit and close my eyes

Not because I want to withdraw but because the world is too damn beautiful

It knocks the wind out of me every damn time

I am surrounded by fairy children in this classroom, crowded with halos

They tell me stories their eyes full of fireflies

Such unbridled joy, such love, boundless and pure so much white light, hope

Where does the magic go Why does the sparkle dim with age Have we seen too much Or are we not looking deep enough

They throw me sparks And I will never let the light go out even if it means setting myself on fire