The Becoming Of The Youth

September 29, 2019

It's so beautiful to see a baby born into this world.

Pure, innocent, and niave.

They are born with their eyes shut.

Admiring the beauty of the darkness in our world

but as they slowly open their eyes,

they realize that the light that shines,

reveals the ugly truth that was masked by the darkness.

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