I think of toys as sacred things.
The form of our ideals
We shape within a consciousness
That reaches, and that feels
For where it will be in the world —
The power all that brings —
For what we dream is who we are,
And toys are
Sacred things
I think of toys as sacred things.
The form of our ideals
We shape within a consciousness
That reaches, and that feels
For where it will be in the world —
The power all that brings —
For what we dream is who we are,
And toys are
Sacred things
They are so. What would be without our sentiments. Thanks for sharing 🙂
Thank you for sharing, as well. 🙂
Thanks 🙂
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