The Great Meeting of Children.

There are no strangers, only more people to hug.

Hello. I love you.

Hug until you can no longer

tell who is breathing,

whose skin is warmed by the sun.

Hug until you can no longer

tell who just laughed,
whose heart beats in your joy. 

Hug until you can no longer.

The clouds come in so fast

and soon you will be one of us,

worrying about wind and germs

and strangers.

Goodbye, when it's time for that,

when it's time to remember the doll at your feet.

                                               

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what astonishes me: that they truly do not know a stranger

what saddens me: that they truly do not know a stranger