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Child-like Blaze

In the deepest gorges of heart

dwells a child-like puny

little blaze,  

 

A minuscule  bright topazic

infant flame which glows in

the darkness of shrewd 

world of the 

grown ups

 

The little flame never  fades,

for it protects the naive

hearts, from falling

prey to the coldness

of the corrupt

 

 

The child-like hearts like oasis

remain lush and green

despite cruel parched

sands of the 

grown-ups. 

 

 

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