O innocence,
Where have you gone?
As I grow old,
The things of this world
Begin to fade away,
And I find myself
Looking for you.
Yet, I know the truth:
You never left. I did.
Perhaps it’s time
To return to
The meadow.
–Image by Nativeshinee
Innocence
michaeljordahl 
Beautiful pic and words to match!
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Thank you, Tia!
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Beautiful!
Pat
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Thank you much, Pat!
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True, innocence is always within us, waiting to be remembered. Wonderful Poem.
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Thank you, Willie!
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Nice!
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Thank you very much!
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Penetrating! 😊
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Thank you, Tom! 😊
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Beautiful poem. With time people’s innocence gone through! We become matured
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Yes, hopefully we can get it back. Thanks, Priti!
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