Innocence

The racquets do play
And The skies do sing

The frost in my eyes
Believes that beauty,
It sees in everything

Where do I find that
madness

All that blends in
All that blends in

Really some desire
That beats in
Every being

Delays of cries
That speaks in prices

Where is that smile
Without cold ices

The racquets do play
And The skies do sing

-masuma

Woke up to pink skies, so I had to write, I did feel like singing too..

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