Innocence is not something to steal I am hurt but not broken Unwanted feeling must not be awaken The sound of fresh grass Desires rustle along with the winds Playing with great innocence The sun rose in all its splendor Clinging dew on grass melted like ice Distant swaying crop looks gold Dried leaves on branches She wears pain like diamonds Cut ethnic roots from claims of credibility Hell is not full yet The web of doubt was laid Two souls ever met ©️Farhan Anjum Art by Carl Scharwath