Whisper of Innocence
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of dawn, a soul lies bare,
A child's form, tender and unmarred by time's wear.
Eyes that hold the universe, yet see not the strife,
A world of wonder in every fleeting light.
Pietro, a name whispered softly, a thread of hope,
A canvas of dreams where the heart dares to cope.
The soft lines of innocence, a gentle embrace,
A reminder of purity in life's embrace.
The pencil's touch, delicate and true,
Casts shadows of thought, yet leaves none in view.
A moment frozen, yet timeless in grace,
A symbol of hope in a world of space.
Oh, child of dreams, where do your thoughts take flight?
Do they soar to the stars, or linger in the light?
For in your gaze, we find our own reflection,
A mirror of innocence, a soul's connection.
May your path be guided by stars so bright,
And may your heart know the warmth of the night.
For in your eyes, we see the world anew,
A whisper of innocence, a promise of you.