Confessions IX
Little children
Little children
Blessings in disguise
They know not how much love
Is given of them
But they know so much more then what we expect
For it is their innocence that makes us smile the most
Confessions IX
Little children
Little children
Blessings in disguise
They know not how much love
Is given of them
But they know so much more then what we expect
For it is their innocence that makes us smile the most
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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