looking from the courtyard among the golden haze,
i mirror a baby suckling on a mothers breast .
Lost in transition i see the innocents,
Kissing her born on the head.
Sweet daffodils fill the summer air .
Calm and collective the miracle,
holds to everything knowing: while nature
nourishes the.
Dusk dimming as the fireflies bounce,
holding her child close to her heart, so fragile and meek.
Beauty within speaks without words. Watching the purist wonder in to a slumber .The eyes draw closed secure and safe she holds ,for this is the gift that cannot be bought.
christina heavin
Innocents within , what do you think ?
Very beautiful work...........
All the Best, Shad @)~%26gt;~ http://com1.runboard.com/banythinggoesli...
Reply:It's pretty.
Reply:the word is "innocence"
it's a pretty story, but some lines don't have the best choice of words %26amp; it needs more structure. it's a good start though.
Reply:nice story about a mother's love. sorry its part poetry and part story. u did a remarkable work though with the imagination. keep it up!!!
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