An Encircling Notion

Where do the children play?
Are they happy,
in thoughtful consequence?

A vision's loss,
in technological isolation
Eyeful souls,
keen in tempting stimulation
Serene whispers in simple vision
A power of purpose,
in playful decision

Sleeping memories,
are as braidful* in jade
Born of the stars,
in crimson shade
A fragile universe,
born in youthful success
Binding threads,
in passionate express

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poem by Thomas Foreman
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