// SONNET on playing Child // Oh play full child thee auras master THEE Innocence whence playing sand with whole Of hearted hands like praying divine be Remind mein faded childhood which now coal Doth mundane divine preachers failed talk Who quoth from coded scripts of written past 'bout THEE who maketh fluffy road for walk For THEE all mundane preachers were the heist From written verses book of divine steals I hast behold not any verses making path Or godly road but playing child and their tales Whence saith who master THEE where HE liveth A child is preacher THEE, not preachers are A child is divine talkers words of sire OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATchild • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.
