A child's innocence is something singular and enchanting
it involves images of heavenly shapes and colors
too bright for the human spectrum of vision
everything seemed to have a specific aura, and everything ended with the setting of the sun
it began with the sun rising, and the winds that carried the salt from the sea
A clock ticked back in forth, a focused repition
it recalled the chess moves of time
gentle music filled all the walls and it said everything we couldnt say
trying to take everything in, but not thinking about anything
free association, a natural, un-intrusive state of mind
let the powers be
it's still beautiful to be power-less
A child's innocence is something singular and enchanting
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