Innocense

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Innocense

Once I am lost, I am never found.
 Once I am destroyed, I can't be rebuilt.
You are born with me, to me you were bound.
 As you grow older, I am lightly felt.
Of me you are aware, but yet you don't know.
 Yet suddenly, I'm gone, never to be replaced.
That moment, or day, is something your life book will show.
 We might meet again, you might see me on anothers face.
But I will never again be yours, because, I am Innocense...

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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