Innocence Poem by INA PLEQI

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!