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Her bubble of hallucination..

Her bubble of hallucination..

Swinging to & fro, her little legs dangles in the air..she paints me a pretty picture sat in my rocking chair..the magical mind from within a young child.. full of fanciful fairy tales and wonders of wild..

Oh how I adore her vivid imagination.. such an abundance of joviality and chimera speculation.. As her brushes on white paper add colours so bright.. Mermaids with unicorns & carriages in flight..flying over chimney tops in the nightime skies, I watch with affection, seventh heaven fills her eyes..

Nine years old with such an ingenuity of invention.. an awareness of artistry..  minute details to attention.. she enchants my spiritualistic ensight.. fullfilling my heart with sheer delight.. this tiny girl in her bubble of hallucination.. portrayals from her mind’s eye of   visualization
 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Oh how I wish we could forever keep that innocence of looking at life and not lose our creativity and imagination.....It is a beautiful thing and not to be taken for granted....The children are our future...xo ;)

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Jill Tait

Aww yes I love little innocent children🥰❤️Thank you luv xxx

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