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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392557" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>These Moments of Innocence {La Terza Versione}</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This morning I awoke from a dream, <br>to the quintessence of pure innocence, <br>thru' my sunsoaked bedroom window. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watched the sweet, soft landing <br>of a doves imposition, <br>upon a newborne branch<br>of the leanest tree, <br>lending shade, and confidence<br>to the infant limb, <br>by its presence, alone...<br>and nothing more; <br>discognizant to the virtue <br>of its mere presence, <br>...and nothing more -<br>just this...... and nothing more.<br>And it washed my face with smile <br>to see such divinity before my eye's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Verdant and promising, <br>yet bleeding for nurture, <br>the infant limb embraced<br>the presence of the dove -<br>..........................cautiously. <br>And in time, so adopted <br>an unconscious bond of trust, <br>an expectence, if you will, <br>to all the young branch <br>grew accustomed to. <br>All this... and nothing more.<br>Moments such as these <br>are as close as perfection comes... <br>no closer be....just this, <br>and nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ostensibly discognizant, <br>to the command of its presence <br>the white bird lays still, <br>ruminating about nothing<br>of significance, or consequence, <br>but mere expectence of the limb<br>for same reciprocal.<br>Still its wing's flutter spritely, <br>spinning fresh breeze upon itself<br>with an ambience of cherubic peace, <br>utopic peace.....in solitude.<br>Just this...and nothing more.<br>A trinity of doves carry overhead...<br>a family, a flock of natures' gold -<br>all this....and nothing more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And within these fertile moments <br>innocence conceives; <br>innocence, incarnate, <br>life's sweetest gift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all too soon, life moves forward <br>as time knows how to do no different. <br>And with it, the child limb becomes - <br>a branch that will shoulder many years <br>of shelter, beauty....and so much more <br>providing confidence, <br>to its own offspring growth <br>upon the natural seed of nature. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And perhaps for a moment <br>the rememberance of a dove, <br>who has since moved forward in time -<br>to perch on other verdant trees <br>with newfound landings.<br>Yet, always discognizant <br>to its' virtuous presence, <br>the dove....would never know - <br>the gift it brought to an infant limb<br>so many ''moments'' ago.<br>All this, and so much more; <br>Innocence....a utopic dimension of being<br>that has no equal... to so much more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These moments of absolute Innocence, I saw... <br>this morning....upon waking from a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+James+Ryan+Jr.">Frank James Ryan Jr.</a><div class=q>
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to the quintessence of pure innocence, 
thru' my sunsoaked bedroom window. 

Watched the sweet, soft landing 
of a doves imposition, 
upon a newborne branch
of the leanest tree, 
lending shade, and confidence
to..."></div>
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