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Innocence

They have no mouth, but seem to speak A thousand words so mild and meek. They have no eyes , but seem to see And bury thoughts into me. They have no ears, but seem to hear All my cries, my every tear. They have no arms, but seem to pat When with worries my heart is fat. They have no feet, but seem to walk Along with me in my dreams and talk. They, I know, are the flowers so nice That spread their fragrance a million miles. Grow a few and then you'll know How your life is fresh and new. With a smile so broad, I thank my God, Whose work to imagine is really too hard. © Pearlyn

From Ihor Kozak , Ukraine

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