Innocence, once let go of
Is not forever lost.
Its child's day, neverending
Caught up with; vari-hued.
If not in its young heart's shout
Its quieter, more subdued!
Through what of life's ongoing
Exploratory outreach
Is, horizon past horizon
Met; again and again.
Who's eyes, in disbelief rubbed
Wonder's powers regain.
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