The wise thinks more,
Innocent too.
Wise never believe in hearsay,
proof are their forte,
sound logic accumulates first,
like a coated peanuts,
shimmering on fire,
to search the reasons,
the logic of everything.
The innocent did too,
searching the conclusion,
without sound reasons,
reaching the end
without knowing why?
asking them so hard
yet they just answered
wise are innocent too,
and innocent are wise too!
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