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Innocence

she walks over green hills
pure as a daisy
yes, innocently sleeping
in shadows of trees on the meadows

pure as a daisy
she walks over mountains
yes, fearlessly wandering
the paths of the spiders

she dances on breezes
pure as a daisy
yes, fleetingly meeting
forbodings of yearning

sweet supposition
of Love and enticement
harbinger of passion ...
awaited by Silence

oh, innocent daisy...
awaited by shadows, by hurt
and by sadness ... awaited by pain
and the fading of laughter ...

the silence of laughter
oh, innocent daughter!
pure as a daisy
baby

myra

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Written February 16th, 2002

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  • RollingStone silver member
    December 1, 2002
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    don't touch it!

    very nice. this poem has a real quality of innocence. perfect.


  • myrataal silver member
    February 17, 2002
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    Thank you Andy ... please take a seat LOL ...


  • myrataal silver member
    February 17, 2002
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    Chasing ... some wildness in me, yes ... I couldn't get enough of the Veld.


  • Einstein on Crack
    February 17, 2002
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    Delightful to read and re-read and again .... Andy


  • February 17, 2002
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    those daisies are wild you know, clubbing it through life :o)


  • myrataal silver member
    February 17, 2002
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    I posted 'Woman in the Woods' just now ... it is a follow-up ... Thanks for the kind words.


  • February 17, 2002
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    Again...very beautiful...touching and spiritual


  • gecko
    February 16, 2002
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    you humble me Myra with the words by which you grace this small being

  • gecko
    February 16, 2002
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    ah but sometimes it lingers
    just beyond the tips of my fingers
    still i have many years to gain
    that which i am looking for
    and as the child i am
    i hope to find it

  • joyismine
    February 16, 2002
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    This was beautiful, myrataal.


  • myrataal silver member
    February 16, 2002
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    gecko, you are an intense poet. I know you find wisdom in all.


  • myrataal silver member
    February 16, 2002
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    Thank you, aiwaz ... I know you really see Innocence.

  • gecko
    February 16, 2002
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    beautiful Myra. So very beautiful
    it is like growing up is it not? yet even as we grow we should not forget that beautiful laughter of a child and to not forget to laugh as that child our selves even as our eyes weep.
    thankyou so much for a very beautiful read.

    Wisdom is my God
    For my God is wisdom for which I pray to nightly
    Hoping to be granted my wish from He

  • aiwaz
    February 16, 2002
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    breath taking and utterly charming


  • myrataal silver member
    February 16, 2002
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    Thank you gozling and Tina ... this poem is a piece of my innermost heart ...


  • Ava Noire silver member
    February 16, 2002
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    the musical laughter.....
    ~floats~

    pretty :)


  • February 16, 2002
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    The feel to this... I read it sooo softly.... This was very moving.

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