a bright imagination
tickles the mind
and sparkles the sense
*kira kira*
the voices of children sparkle,
their minds elsewhere.
for a single moment,
a simple sound,
or familiar smell,
build windows,
time machines,
teleports to places of joy
places known in your memory,
unknown to anyone but you.
with the eyes of a child,
your mind is the universe,
your playground endless,
your world, magic.
for at the end of the day,
all that matters
is you take the time to admire,
to dance with the fishes.
47.4.2024
Shirakawa-go, Japan
somewhere, smiling :) 
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