Child eyes

A storm is raging, the heart, racing,

Chaos bears uncertainty above all,

Lines engraved in the black of terror.

Alas, what should one be embracing,

If not happiness, before the fall,

True childhood, innocent mirror,

Faithful eyes, always worth the saving.

One is a kid again after all,

Angel of lilies, brave restorer.

Fülöp Csenge-Anna XII. H