Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Upturned faces
Where now lie softly
Tender cheeks
Tentative smiles

One day will hold
Ardent hopes
Fierce desires
And anger
And hurt.

But always will secretly keep
That innocent uncertainty
and perfection of youth
As it begins to bloom.

He is tall.
And strong.
But something about him is
Pure emotion.
He seems deeper than the rest.
And more fragile.

-Sunshine Gladish-Cowgill

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