My Life In Word

innocence lost

In the garden of youth, innocence thrived, 
A fragile flower, untouched and alive. 
But time's cruel hand, with its relentless cost, 
Steals the innocence, once cherished, now lost.
In childhood's embrace, laughter did ring, 
Innocence danced on the winds of spring. 
Yet, shadows lurked where darkness lay, 
And innocence faltered, fading away.
The world's harsh whispers, its bitter sting, 
Tainted the innocence with a sorrowful wing. 
Through trials endured, through tears that fell, 
Innocence shattered, a toll to tell.
But in the heart's depths, a flicker remains, 
A memory of purity, despite the pains. 
For innocence lost is not wholly gone, 
In the soul's echo, it lingers on.
So, let us cherish each moment dear, 
Hold onto innocence, hold it near. 
For though it fades with the passing of time, 
In our hearts, its essence shines.

Simona A. Brinson

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