How dangerous it is,
She was just 5, or 6, or even 7,
The innocence of a child,
The innocence which clouded her sight of the actual cruel world,
Rainbow, cotton candy and dolls,
Oh, and friends too,
Her cousins who she admired the most,
Whom she spent time with,
Whom she waited for,
Whom she dreamed of;
Yet they took her for granted in the name of sin.
But again, she knew nothing, how dangerous it is, the innocence of a child.
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Tales of A Libra
PuisiThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...
