The Air, My Friend

How easy the children forgive! Translated…

I Rode in, on This Cloud

And on My Way Here, the Cloud Was, Blown Away by the Winds

I’d Broken My Arms, and Had a Concussion Because of It

But, Who, Can Blame the Wind?

and that, is how it feels…photo from online…

The Wind is, So Innocent, So Free

So, Naïve………

And that, would be, how forgiving the nature of a lot of children would be, and yet, some of the things that happened to us as children, weren’t supposed to be, forgiven, OR forgotten for the rest of our lives…