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Innocents remembered.

Innocents is lost in our breathing.
Only to be found later in life dreaming.
Is it a thing to hold dear to us?
Yes for we are lost without it,in my thinking.
Without the wonders in lifes wanderings, things turn gray & demeaning
I still want to shiver when when the sun rises & sets & a tear apears on my face in caring.
The hurts, the healings make my life fuller with meaning.
So is innocents lost? Yes in some , sadly I say.
But remember its hidden in your dreams my friends......

poem by greg dritschel®