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innocence The sugarcoated lips of yesterday
have filled with soft, white snow
Those long walks in the middle of May
where did they all go?
The red skies that told me stories
and painted rain within my eyes
the delicate hands that held my feelings
and made me feel good inside.
The darkened memories of a rose
of whom, I dearly miss
won't you come into my dreams soon
and give me one, final kiss.
You are a beautiful writer. Enjoy your work so much.