What is innocence exactly?
Does it come with youth?
Is it a purity we all have?
Or is it just not knowing...
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Not knowing who you are,
Or whats happening,
Not realising things that are obvious,
Or just not understanding everything and anything.
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Innocence, we all say we see it in the eyes of the young,
We believe in it, because it protects us,
And even when we think it's gone,
Does a part remain inside of us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just brilliant, innocence thy name is beauty, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing