Thursday, 28 February 2019

๐Ÿ‘ถ Strolling lullaby ๐Ÿ‘ถ

Your littl'hands in mine,
one at each side,
balancing forth n back
in a gentle tide.

Hum this simple sound,
join in your voice,
for moments as these
will forever bound.


Blue is the sky
warm sunny light.
Green is the grass
that lets us pass.
Yellow is her dress
hand to my right.
Red is his shirt
on my left side.

Pick up a swift pace,
giggle as we race,
to meat nowhere
and no one chase.

No need for a point
no reason to curve
nonsense is plane
magic just burst.

Blue is the sky
warm sunny light.
Green is the grass
that lets's pass.
Yellow is her dress
hand to my right.
Red is his shirt
on my left side.

How could I
've ever thought
you'd bring me
so much color?

As you hold
my hands tight,
dazzling smile...
This is the life!




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