What is innocence exactly? 
Does it come with youth? 
Is it a purity we all have? 
Or is it just not knowing...
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Not knowing who you are, 
Or whats happening, 
Not realising things that are obvious, 
Or just not understanding everything and anything.
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Innocence, we all say we see it in the eyes of the young, 
We believe in it, because it protects us, 
And even when we think it's gone, 
Does a part  remain inside of us?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
just brilliant, innocence thy name is beauty, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing