The Poems of Childhood, a Short Prose


The waves, with each stroke, managed, to write up all the sentences, slanted, the dangerous strokes, all belonged to children in the kindergarten years, although their words had those mistakes adrift from them, they’d still loved, to paint on a small, colorful boat, and placed it into my whitened hair, they’d glanced at my old and without spirit face, looking to me, to read aloud, their young and active life.

See the contrast here?  The instructor of this group of kindergarten age children is probably an elderly person, and she’d already gone through the turbulences of her life, and, the children are still young, and naïve, and this, is a clear contrast.


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