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About This Poem
INNOCENCE
INNOCENCE
Innocence,
You, clear and clean water of
Consciousness,
Pure thought of our unadulterated
Mind,
Devoted instrument of divine
Will,
Born with us you were,
In our early years
Every step of ours you
Tenderly attended,
Always,
The road of virtue
Advising us to take
BUT
Little by little,
As years passed by,
The path of honesty we lost
From our sight
And
You, Oh innocence,
Slowly but persistently
Were chased away,
Now,
Without you, our hearts
A desolate place has
Grown to be,
An unbearable desert
Of regret,
Desperately
A drop of your virtuous dew,
Upon our sinfull lips we
Pray to fall,
Yearning
Children to become
AGAIN!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 February 2013
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