For the Guilty
She is always an innocent soul
she is welcomed the earth
over she goes;
To sit among flowers wide
with love in her eyes,
sitting on old shoals ----
Her feet dipped in the foam of evening tide,
washing away her fears
in the white little waves....
And marigolds to fix her self esteem,
picked every eve in a wee-quaint-glade,
little Cinderella slippers,
cotton candy knickers;
Innocence sits among the flowers wide
with love in her eyes,
(and she is unafraid)
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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