The Innocent Ones

Day 9 of the 30 Reblogs of November and a week of hard writing gone and another one about to start, so hopefully a gentle poem to ease out of the weekend with.

Made of sticks and stones

If you could see those things

through my eyes

see everything anew.

Sense daffodils,

laugh at trees,

full of awe at the world.

There’d be no war, no crime,

just innocence,

if you were an infant child.

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