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Innocence

 

 

Innocence displayed

Like a little girl touching dandelions . . . a butterfly left behind on the doorsteps of winter . . .

Time , Time , Time

. . . so elusive , so undefined . . . 

 

We have tried (so) true                                 (only) we fall so short

 

Love . . . an instance in time                        . . . so passionate (in it\'s) displacement

We hope for love , but it lays like the cross at Jesus\'s feet . . . 

We bury time , we bury love                     We bury ourselves in search of both

 

The little girl without a sense of time             knowing only basic love . . .                             tenderness of care . . .                                     and dandelions

Maybe we are the dandelions of time             petals of love . . . surrounding each . . .         In it\'s time . . . falling . . . one by one . . .               like kisses given and taken . . . lost to time , in love , till the doorsteps of winter close in   and freezes the moment                      

. . . alone . . .

love . . . time . . . dandelions . . .little girls . . . and innocence 

Run away as fast as you can