1 aug. 2014


for this young girl 
the world is like
a playground, so
she turns around
and around again

her skirt waves away
the worries of tomorrow
while innocence has no name
for not yet started sorrow

her smile shows
the dream of last night
being a princess in her castle
until she wakes up one day

and look… outside the walls
the world looks like
a playground for the adults
playing with the youngsters

turning and turning around
the innocence of children
without conscience,
without bounds


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