GENRE: Time
The length of a Kalpa
by Kirsten Textor
As I gaze
Out the window
A small boy
Runs by
On his scooter
For a moment
I am him
Sun on my face
Wind in my hair
Music in my ears
Peace in my soul
The pure feeling of
A child’s freedom
Washes over me
I feel part of everywhere
A fraction of a second
Yet the length of a Kalpa
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