Dreamer
He gave them the thumbs up as he left their world behind. He trusted them to follow where he led in hope.
His joie de vie was a bright clown’s costume in a world full of dark insanity;
His little pipe in clay, shaped like a nesting bird, kept warm both hands and hearts;
His touching sympathy with the world’s pain he always carried in a little leather purse around his neck.
© Nyuka Anaïs Laurent 30.01.2010
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