Without care
they are so innocent
free to love
without hating anything.
What happens to us
when we grow up
we lose that
which makes us so beautiful.
The wonder of discovery
the smile when mom or dad makes a face
or a funny noise
beauty from simplicity.
If we could only remember
when a toy or a reading at night
made us fill with glee
then this world would be free from the tyranny of pain.
A contest entry
- Define Beauty. by FlaviusArrianus.
950 points, ended June 14, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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<3 This poem touches on an idea close to my heart- you are right, if everyone had kept some of their inner child close- than maybe the world wouldn't be as awful as it is.
Good write.
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Yes, I always wonder that same question. It almost makes you not want to grow up. That was a thoughtful poem.
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