Oh innocence, sweet things are gone from you
Lost, they wander
Searching for their home
Pink ribbons flap in the wind
Once white dresses now dingy & brown
Ruffles tangled at the hem
Their knees scraped & bloody
Dirt caked under their nails
One shoe on, one shoe gone
Their hopeful eyes search vacant hills
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Gone
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