Little chestnut, so soft and tender,
nestled in protecting layers.
The thorny shell seems so bitter and cruel
but its only for protection.
Hungry eyes are always waiting for that
moment when its set free.
No more shall that shell protect, as it
is cast off, seemingly un-needed.
The smooth brown of growth is the new shell
after its maturity has been reached.
It looks so impenetrable, only now entering the world
of the new, the world of the unknown.
Those hungry eyes once only at a distance, have
waited long enough.
The chestnut once so invulnerable is at
the mercy of those hungry hungry eyes.
Perhaps it needed protection, just a bit longer...
Chestnut, return to the protective shell of childhood-
it's never too late to be 'little' once more.
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My Random Inner Thoughts~
I'll be posting the poetry I've created for the past year or so. Don't steal any of my poems and please don't use them or claim them as your own. Feel free to comment or criticize them. I'll also post any avi art i've acquired.
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