Children: a poem I recently heard or rather saw...

July 25th, 2014, 4pm

I recently saw the movie, Wings of Desire… and I can’t seem to get this poem of my head…

When the child was a child,
It walked with its arms swinging.
It wanted the stream to be a river, the river a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know it was a child.
Everything was full of life, and all life was one.
When the child was a child,
It had no opinion about anything, no habits.
It often sat cross-legged, took off running, had a cowlick in its hair,
and didn’t make faces when photographed.

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Samuel Alomenu

I write. I sketch. I mull over things and I think about alternatives. @sammidelali

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