Mother and daughter
Father and son
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
I can see.
Around the eyes of the small being
The freckles that softly blanket over their nose
So so innocent
So many pure souls are born here
in a world
filled with sin.
Some of the pure
Start to sin
They turn into the wicked.
And then others
the pure hearted.
Turn into angels
Watching over us
through the windows we call stars.
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A clear blue sky: Poetry
PoesiaOpen your eyes, stare at the sky. Beautiful isn't it? So bright, so pure. An escape from all the sin in the world. The purest of colors. And when you stare and stare for hours on end, the moon comes out. The blue is gone. But never forget to look up...
