AT THE MOUNTAINSIDE

 

I met a little boy at a mountainside

who was quick to laugh and cry

tears had hardly rolled down his cheeks

when a sweet smile bloomed at his mouth

 

there was nothing purer than his sparkling tears

nothing more beautiful than his angelic face

I understood the intention of the Creator

and was moved by the child’s innocence

 

I stared at him with a deep feeling

warmth flooded my heart

tears of gratitude welled in my eyes

when I looked again  he was gone

 

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