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There is art behind the eyes of every child.
Behind the eyes of every grown person, there is a novel.
In the heart of every elderly person there is music.

A gaze will carry the art from one child to anyone who catches it.
A powerful thought will reveal the novel to anyone perceptive.
Anyone listening will hear the music simply when the elder smiles.

1 comment:

michelangelo in the kitchen said...

Love your poem. It's just beautiful!