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A child is as a blank page

a soft, clean sheet lying bare

his heart a pure overflowing honey

undiluted like the tall waterfalls of mountains

a fine shining silk his innocence

He causes the heart of men to melt

at the bareness of his heart

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A child is a blank page

we are the ink that un-blanks the pages

Spreading across every page

Unfolding in every stage a feel of our inks

Demystifying life puzzle of complexities

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A child is a creation of art;

malleable clay awaiting the potters touch

We are the craftsmanship of this fine piece of art

the authorship of the Child’s life and future;

We: environment, friends, home, street, society

Government, YOU…

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A child is a reflection of our authorship

he is either:

the dark ugly feel of tragedy,

your voyage of venerability

as the rags for riches

absorbing the violence, abuse…

an intriguing humor of gaiety

or an Ode of the environment

they find themselves

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A child, is the page in your house,

neighborhood, street…

We are the GPS pointing his direction

until then a child is a lost cause

We are the reflection of life to him

a child is our letter to posterity

an epistle of our generation to those yet to come

a reflection of the past, present and future

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