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The Child....Byronic Sonnet IX The innocent aware of beauty sighs A breath of vagueness in creative dreams, That wander far beyond the living streams In wonder searches for reasons and whys. With opened eyes sees movement in the skies, Absorbing sweetness as senses expand As dewy grass embraced by earthy land Explain the barefoot joy in youthful cries. Yet mature minds refuse to take delight In kicking through the drifting fall of leaves It's swept away like mist that curls each night Around the dreams that no-one dare retrieves But given the chances all things burn bright The heart can see beyond that the eye deceives. |
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