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children know how to feel
children know how to feel..
everything is fair game
in childhood before the end
of innocence,
wondrous
explorations into the unknown
breaking all sorts of taboos,
unwittingly, unhesitatingly
all in the perfect act of self-discovery,
we are robbed of our birthright
sooner or later, our
hands are tied to names and our
souls become dark with unrequited love, we
no longer let feelings cascade and fall like waterfalls
of emotion into the planting of small
lives, nurtured beyond any need for redemption.
Little larks and quarks, little beings of light,
immeasurable and precious like jewels
of sparkling sea glass, rounded by the waves
of time, now a perfect offering in our newborn grasp of life.
everything is fair game
in childhood before the end
of innocence,
wondrous
explorations into the unknown
breaking all sorts of taboos,
unwittingly, unhesitatingly
all in the perfect act of self-discovery,
we are robbed of our birthright
sooner or later, our
hands are tied to names and our
souls become dark with unrequited love, we
no longer let feelings cascade and fall like waterfalls
of emotion into the planting of small
lives, nurtured beyond any need for redemption.
Little larks and quarks, little beings of light,
immeasurable and precious like jewels
of sparkling sea glass, rounded by the waves
of time, now a perfect offering in our newborn grasp of life.