children innocence
a innocence of the children
A heart unworn, a mind untaught,
Eyes that see only what they ought.
Laughter rings, a joyful sound,
In puddles danced, no care is found.
A dandelion, a wish takes flight,
On butterfly wings, so light, so bright.
Muddy knees and a gap-toothed grin,
A world of wonder, let it begin.
Simple truths in stories told,
Heroes strong and brave and bold.
Trusting hands reach out to hold,
A love unspoken, pure as gold.
May innocence, its flame remain,
A flickering light, to ease the pain.
For in that spark, so clear and true,
Lies the best of me, and maybe you.
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Sunil Kushwaha
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Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
By Morgan Longforda day ago in Chapters
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