An Elegy for InnocenceA Poem by Cristy TrabadassThe emergence of Crimson signaled the end. The end to something so pure and curious. Hard to keep, Easy to let go, For the atmosphere would give no air to keep it close. On a high of eagerness and curiosity It was pitched to an open catcher, And never seen again.
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