Those were the innocence years…
Running and playing in the park or street
With light clothes and bare feet
No one cares about our look or hair
Just having fun and playing fair
No etiquette or rules to govern us
Just the rule of freedom above us
Sometimes falling, getting wounded and weeping
Other times laughing and each other kidding
Sometimes, racing, climbing trees and showing off our talents
Other times hiding and frightening our parents
Spontaneous in our games and thoughts
No calculation, no language full of knots
Heedless of the world of lies and mask
Telling the truth is our innate task
Nothing left of this world of childhood
Except the scars of our earliest wounds…
Some scars in the knees, chins or elbows
Easily forgotten and laughed at though
Other scars in the memory of a violent show
A parental aggression, a kidnapping or a sexual abuse
Unforgotten scars conveying pain and sorrow fuse
Emotional scars imprinted in the brain and heart altogether
Shaping the psyches of adults forever
(June 09)
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Beauty Philosophy
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