Innocence

The birds, trees, sky , and sunshine
A kiss for him ’cause he’s so fine

Playing on the beach, on the sand
Wearing sailor striped knit clothes
And holding his hand

Swirling around
I let go of him
To smile at the sky
For what I’ve found

A cool breeze sweeps across my face
I feel like lace
And suddenly, it becomes a chase
I run so fast as I laugh
He catches up as I run out of breath.

We fall like…..

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The Arts have always inspired me. I began exploring the art of writing poetry at 9 years old. It became one of my passions because it allowed me to express myself and respond to my inner promptings in a positive way. I found that as with any art form there are no right or wrong ways of creating. This is the beauty of art...there are no limitations. The only requirement is that the poet be courageous enough to release his inhibitions and follow his heart and imagination. Along my path in life, I have discovered that writing poetry is , at its most, a truly liberating experience that not only reveals the nature surrounding us, but in reflecting the inner life of mankind.
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The innocence of being in love…amazing writing!

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