Being around a child,
I must call it a pleasurable experience,
I cherish how their happy face enlight our whole day,
Their innocence may captivate us,
They seem like blossoming flowers in dark sun rays,
I do claim,
I preach the genuineness of their emotions,
the purity of love,
Everything seems like an embodiment of perfection,
A pure affection,
Our world revolves around give and take,
We often forget to reciprocate,
I met a master of this art, a child's face,
Some tragedies may destroy our faith,
A kind gesture is all that we await,
I wonder we must unlearn something,
Perfection is nothing,
Vulnerabilities are our real shades,
They tell us whom we really resonates.
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