Aimless-oh no
Intentionless
the love that flows
from hearts of milk
they speak of purity
they are sweetest upon earth
the hearts of Innocence.
Joys bud
upon their lips
smiles sparkle
stars at delight
woods cool down
their words of love
innocent villagers
are unmatched
they speak
with balmy voices
touch with
warm hands
charming are their ways
spreading messages
of faith in others say
the beauty of the females
blended with nature's pride
untainted by purchasing dollars
they sell nothing
but share all invaluables
they worship
gods of bounty
blessed with spontaneity
they grieve not
the grass in your heart
by stamping upon your emotions
or stealing breaching contracts.
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