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Young Innocence

Sweet dreams, soft and transparent, Floated like feathers in the sky. And through them could be seen all that ever was. Or ever could be. Naivete', shimmering and shining With rainbow light. Unaware of the deadends And the could have beens And the dark and frightening Nights of coming life

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Date: 2/6/2019 10:42:00 PM
its lovely poem
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Date: 2/5/2019 12:35:00 AM
This is beautiful Susan. A warm welcome to Poetry Soup. Congratulations on having this poem Featured on the Home page. : ) Aloha, Connie
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