Fresh delicate blossoms
Growing in family orchards
Loved and nourished
With tender care
A world of hope
Bright young innocence
Eager to learn and share
Youthful soul lost in
Evil’s dark shadow
Black heart’s desire
To destroy
All that grows
Plucking little buds
One by one
Fallen petals
Shall remain
Forever young
(C) Leatherman 2012
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