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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.