Innocence
A weeping willow gently sways amidst
A baby robin taking its very first breath.
They were young, in love
And knew no other
This was their moment, to be cherished forever.
Her body so beautiful, so delicate to touch
His masculinity soared over the sky above.
Entwined as ivy, united as one
They soaked in the passion of the blazing hot sun.
A girl's silhouette shyly covers her hand
As a starried eye boy becomes a man.
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