The Little Girl

Soft spoken words were she,
made of colors from the sky and sea.

Stars could never match,
the shine her eyes could catch.

With tiny limbs and gigantic dreams,
she would walk about giving smiles with glee.

Even though she was born in adversity,
she had a mind that was filled with clarity.

Clouds and laughter were the gateway for her,
to the kingdoms of imagination and to the fateful runner.

And that day when she came up to me and said;
You are what you live up to be

And thus, she found a way to my absent heart,
The little girl, a novel of generosity at last.


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