There was a little man, probably three years old or so, sitting opposite me. He seemed very peaceful as if an angel was resting on the small pink cushion inside his small chest; as if a wise, old man was hiding inside his small head. When the bus driver pushed the brake hard the angel turned into a pigeon and started to flutter. I could see the fluttering on his face and his small hands holding onto his seat tightly.
It was a joy to steal a glimpse at this adorable creature. Everything what had made me worried or upset till that moment dissolved right away. This little man was my proof for the day that life is beautiful.
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And sharing that moment so eloquently has spread the joy, Sherry. Thankyou.
Thanks Po the Preciousssss!
Inspired!
Then I am glad DF...
And you are beautiful too.
A wise soul once reminded me that there was magic in the air, always there, and we just forget how to feel it as we go on through life. It's so important to never loose it.
Cheers.
very true, magic is in the air, always...
thank you, you are hope!
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