Cheryl Greear Poems

In a world where innocence is lost so quickly, I pondered if it
truly exists at all. Where does one go to find it . . . this freedom of a pure, existence amidst an age-old classroom called life who teaches that innocence is best ignored. It was when I stopped looking that I was able to "see" a world with an
abundance of innocence and I chose it for my guide. Stop for a
moment and watch nature. Listen to all that is to be heard; for , this is
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For I am you - whether winged or furry or water bound - I live and die, just as do you.
I see you because you can look at me as well and see that my blood runs through my
body; a body given by the creator, just as yours was given to you.
You live as you choose and make your rules to suit your existence -- yet your rules do
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