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A child like innocence |
| Underneath a surface, So calm and so pacive, yet so fragile; A warm breeze that no one feels. A crying child hides below the shadows of a willow tree Their broken spirit now protected, enclosed. Per chance to live Now a chance to breathe, again. This breeze, cold to the touch of skin Free flowing through the body; surging. Is warm. |