the child-heart

the child-heart takes in it all,
though he or she feel lost or small,
and all of life be but a pall,
and dreams just shadows on the wall.

the child-heart is yours, and mine;
these shapes to mull on, and combine,
to shift and rotate, to align,
and see how they, and we, all

intertwine

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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