Maybe an old soul or a young one
Maybe a little rascal or virtuous one
Inexperienced and full of ideas
Growing within the first years
Looking for excitement and adventure
An innocent and a tender creature
The heart rich of love and easiness
In mind sometimes filled with craziness
From time to time freakish
In their way they flourish
A precious being and person
Become a splendid blossom
To bow to kids is just normal
Unconventional and informal
Giving birth to new visions
Evolving ensouled inspirations
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