Alexandra Motschmann

Children Of All Times - Poem by Alexandra Motschmann

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

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood , future, innocence

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 20, 2016

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