A child so young,so lovingly kept
Being sown in with ignorance and hidden tears wept
So fragile and timid
in a place that most of us no longer know
A jewel, a rare commodity
ever more fleeting as we grow
In need of protection ,in need of our care
For who are we to say when?
to burden small shoulders with the harshness of life
and all of the pain that comes from within?
It is truly the untainted sight that sees beauty
for they know no bias or tradition to have there's sight based.
no anger or insecurities either,
To close there eyes with tears...
It is here,the bare the canvas
that the painters of the world crave to meet
Rather with colors of suffering or of woe
or even the hope of bright love and kindess that will splash across the sheet
A sheltered view seen,
through young and un guilty eyes,
A once seasonal tale of spring,
protected by your soft lies...
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