Each time i gazed upon the purity
of a smiling child,
upon the sincerity on his blameless face,
the streaming flow of his innate peace; and
the extinction of his consciousness;
I drift deeply into nostalgia-
Oh! How free he is
from the knowledge of guilt,
How steadfast in the pursuit of fun;
that very art of naivity,
that act of scarce simplicity;
stirred my thirst for those years of bliss
Those moments of beatitude
those days of graceful imperfections
those era of infallible trust,
now; as melted into edifying illuminations
ruptured innocence into rude consciousness
arousing every need for that childly BLISS!
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Beautiful..put me back into that always longing feeling of nostalgia...