Oh, a child’s mind:
Lucent, a word forgotten upon my tongue, alike happiness once faded into the wind.
Oh, a child’s mind; so unblemished, so inspired, so… hidden.
Reborn into agony and anguish, unsullied curiosity crushed under the weight of life. I’m sorry, little one; no one could ever protect you from what you never chose to be born into.
Oh a child’s mind, so ingenuous, so wondering.
Curiosity killed the children?
No.
Life did.
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Georgia Watson (
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Another strong poem, Georgia. That final turn...“Curiosity killed the children? No. Life did."...that’s such a gut punch of truth. Stark, unflinching, and unforgettable. Beautifully written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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You are most welcome!
So well spoken and the last line ties it up so well. Nicely done
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