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| Posted by: Cheyenne 09-Dec-2009, 04:11 PM |
| Children Smiles of innocence and baby teeth, Laughter of ignorant bliss, Happiness in naïveté, With little suns shining in their irises, And fresh hearts pumping liquid gold. Hands raised in the air, Leaves falling down, Around; Cheers |
| Posted by: Rindy 09-Dec-2009, 07:34 PM |
| That's a great poem Cheyenne. Thanks for posting it. Slainte |
| Posted by: Cheyenne 09-Dec-2009, 08:05 PM |
| Thank you. I wrote it this passing autumn after my little sister and cousins were playing in the leaves and the innocence just struck a nerve with me. |
| Posted by: englishmix 09-Dec-2009, 09:33 PM |
| Very nice! Well done, it makes me smile... |
| Posted by: wdorholt 10-Dec-2009, 12:17 AM |
| Cheyenne, Simply beautiful! Shows a lot of maturity for one so young! |