In no sense
Wrinkling passes,
Childhood passages,
Semismiles,
Opened eyelashes
In no sense
Free motions
Tuned somehow
Yet naïf
Yet feared
In no sense
Such a fragile idiom
Of hidden thoughts
Blurred views
And early nos
In no sense
A sweet prejudice
Of ageless minds
Proud souls
Untouched
In no sense
Blaming purity
Red lips
And glowing glances
In no sense
Heavenly hopes
Tenderness
Of life poetry
In no sense
Little ice
Eye widening
freezing safety
In no sense
Spaceship
Dreamy future
Of perfection
Innocence is beautiful, guard it!
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