Trust, Mistrust

New friendships form and spawn a playful child fingers of innocence explore the bond each passing day it grows, entranced, beguiled wide-eyed it sees the now but not beyond. To freely give, thinking only the best, be generous in mind and heart and soul, welcomes with open arms and bares it's breast ignores the foibles and accepts the whole. Out of the blue Janus now turns his face and tramples on the love that trust had bought, no mercy shown, no shame and no disgrace, all that had gone before has come to nought. Friends come and go, so treat them all the same else by the rules they set you play the game. 1st March 2016 For contest 'Pick a theme', sponsored by Craig Cornish