Innocence is a language by itself,
Not in reach of comprehension.
Observe her act and you will fall in love,
A kind heart filled with compassion.
The lass’ innocence cannot be measured,
She communicates through her silent actions.
Misunderstood always, but
Her gestures so thoughtful inspite of repercussions.
Who will understand her silence?
A mother’s worry; a father’s fret.
A small mistake and fingers turn,
To a child with little to yearn yet.
This too shall pass,
And tables will turn.
She will out shine,
And still smile in return.
Pride will gleam on her parents profile
as she exudes her sweet radiance
Not everyone will understand though
what were the gradiants
She will address crowds
And will no longer be silent
She will make clear judgements
Never being ambivalent
Life has ways to give us back
Not always it’s a sad end
For she is a fighter with spirit
She will make destiny to bend.
Yet innocence still prevail
Compassion still linger
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