The innocent gift



Her mind was a clean slate and so pure

Not impressionable for she was yet unable to fathom

She was at her most vulnerable

Open to the good, bad and the ugly, her mind was unprotected

Her beady eyes scanned around her

Seeing all things but grasping nothing

Unable to plan ahead, others did so for her

Three plans, two in accord but one of discord

Two of love but one of hate and jealousy

She knew none  and had no choice in the matter…

(Available in E Book)


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