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Beams of Light Through a knot hole in the old barn roof, stream rays of small sun beams. Dust particles sparkle and dance as they float un-tethered in the dim lights gleam. Setting cross legged on the dirty floor, is a boy of six,playing out his day dreams. Time has no measure. He really doesn’t care. His ragged shirt torn and tattered. The overalls he wears, one knee protrudes through a jagged tear. He tilts his head side ways, his big blue eyes fixed in a curious gaze. Peering up at the dancing dust, locked in the descending sun rays. His thoughts meanders in a strange cruel maze. His young mind trapped in allusions and mystifying haze. He’s lost in time, he lives only in rhythm and rhyme. He takes no notice of the chain on his leg. He will never cry or beg. Beams of light, keeps him quiet. |
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