I reached out to touch with my fingertips
the shining Glass of Time
it melted softly upon my touch
revealing, what laid on the other side
I saw a little Me, giggling
playing with bubbles & butterflies
running with kids after the flying kite
catching thousands of dragon flies
drops of rain bathing me pure
rainbow in the sky, glowing to bless
trees offering their branches to my swing
the wind blew softly to make me sing
my little self treasured the treasure that’s real
no coins no dollars I needed to buy
my happiness, I held it in my own hands
as a child, I had the vision to understand
the beauty lied in my own self
I knew how to smile, how to remain happy
weren’t those days simply beautiful
weren’t they
my real life
Poetry is a gift you know how to cherish and express.
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Loads of love my dear. Making people smile is the quality that you possess Dear Morgan.
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Thank you 🙂
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Nice 🙂
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Thanks Dear Carol.. you have a beautiful name.
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thank you! 😀
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