Ok, I've got another poem for you. This one was written when I was 30/yrs. old. Lets see what you think. It's called Innocence:
When a child is young, he is taught that nothing is more magical than his dreams.
Through his eyes an adult can see pictures of unicorns running free in forests of ginger bread houses filled with tiny fairies whispering their secrets to travelers of legends.
Wooden soldiers appear riding sea horses in the oceans battling one-eyes monsters.
Wonderland castles are built from chocolate towers surrounded by ice cream moats.
As long as a child dreams, innocence dwells within.
Innocence can never harm the pure at heart and this is where the story begins...
It is now 2:06am. I woke up with a stuffy head and sore throat. Once up, I decided to blog. Maybe the nighttime hours will allow me to slumber again.
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