One little cherry in her hand,
Cherishing every single bite she can,
Funny petite seed she got,
For forgotten is the Life’s tart!
One tall lamp,
Changing colour all the time,
The third companion she got,
For forgotten is the life’s sign!
One straight path,
Full of big toys,
Never a chance to play,
For forgotten is the life’s race!
One big man,
With the coat and tie,
Stretched note was what she got,
For forgotten is the life’s cost!
One small sun,
Naked warmth,
For a child’s chum she got,
For forgotten is the life’s leisure!
One last stanza,
Dedicated to that lil girl on my way,
A glimpse to feel what she got,
For forgotten is the life’s compassion!
Friday, June 20, 2008
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Sweet. Sensible. Refreshing. :D
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