The Creative Child
Has no day neither nights
He never grows after birth
so He kites His mind high
encoding the universe of minds.
A wanderer in sight
sleeps less at night.
giving as He receives
nothing is useless for him.
He uses less fraction to margins
The mind He bore can you imagine?
He rests not fighting to blow out ignorance
Can you report him for A rest?
And for what reason?
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
Therefore I seek orderly never in haste
So He shouts:
The Creative Child: Never lost a battle, never worn one.
~Lescano Ilimi Jnr
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