HIDDEN
By @romantic4•9/18/2017•poetry
**Credits**
**Again the joyous implausible
sound of angels
and youngsters making a song.
Listening,
we cannot hear the two apart.
Reflected in the eyes
of the easy
and the very wise,
imaginative and prescient of that luminous
expertise children have.
Abashed and all of sudden smooth,
the tall ones droop now
offering items,
love,
homage to a bit child.**