An imaginary poem on your biscuit
I read to you today.
Playfully…
Surprised your heart
a smile gave birth.
Twinkling eyes, curly hair
thought for a while
looking far away.
Then your light and mine
into our eyes simply met…
“The biscuit sounds, you said
the music dwarf is there”.
Oh tiny child, oh babe
just 30 months from birth away!
Surprised my heart,
a smile gave birth.
An imaginary poem on my memory
you drew for me today.
Playfully…
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