The Days of Innocence and Of Youth(oh!so different)!

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Innocence paintings- Sweethearts by Frederick Morgan

Learning to play

yet I hopeless sway

about life:my vanity shook

Sitting near th’stream by brook

I think of days of innocence

When irrelevant was sense

only heart mattered:your

imagination was the ride

no conventions to abide

you could soar high

up in the clouds

and scream loud

your name and hear

how it sounds

up there

You reached

and captured the

little fireflies within fingers

and they would shun not

now light seems afar: grasp

seems impossible the task

It seems you have to do

with all that

is left

to do

Wait for wisdom.

And then your kingdom

can be with the world.


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