Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

in children’s hands

i’d rather have people wrap a children’s dreams
in the most ridiculously gaudy of glittery fabrics than
make them box their hopes up and throw
them away in trashcans, all because they couldn’t do
what those children still can,
happily ever afters, love, and truth can withstand
even the harshest cold shoulders of the world
if left in the warmth of children’s hands

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: enamored

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