Field Of Innocence

Quiet.
Soft.
Full of peace.

No vandalism.
No wrong.
No sorrow.
No pain.

It's my field of innocence.
It's my life.
The place I dream about.
I know I am very young,
To early for me,
But when I pass.
I will go to this world.

Heaven,
Though, I like to call it field of innocence.
I don't know why.

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poem by Trinity Bella
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