Walking on her tiptoe,
The little one stepped into the muddy floor,
Untouched by worldly complexities,
She went beyond the vicinity.
she carried within, a lively soul,
The soul of a happy child,
Having the power of a kite,
That flies to touch great heights.
A dreamer in the morning,
An onlooker by the night,
Eyes expressing the words filled mind,
Lips conveying letters that are kind.
Loved it Patricia.
Thank you ma’am 💚
So lovely
Thank you so much, ma’am 💚
Beautifully penned
Thank you so much, ma’am 💚
This is so beautiful💚
Thank you so much, ma’am 💚