Innocence

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Innocence is just like snow.
Light, innocent and pure.
It comes and goes, where to I’m not sure.
But from our heart is where it came,
and when it leaves, nothing’s ever the same.
It disappears, on a sunny day,
melting and drying and gone away.
But not for long, it soon returns,
but by next season comes a lesson we learn.
Although it’s gone for a long time here,
it comes again in another year.
In another face of another child,
playing in the wondrous wild.
In the snow and all its glory,
opens way for another story.
A tale of one who must grow old,
ready to leave the winter cold.
And in his stead, his empty space,
gets filled up by another face.
A young one who became, too old for spring,
hoping to reminisce of what winter could bring.
Another igloo, and another angel.
Another view from another angle.
For even those who are now old,
can play with snow, and all it holds.

[JoRavenJo]

I see no need to talk about how people were innocent and how new innocent people will be born.
To tell the truth Inoocent people are the ones who are going to end up hurt.. There is nothing great about being innocent.. But this was well written nice job.