The little girls danced through the rain,
They looked through your dreams.
Your dog nuzzled closer to you,
The miniature women saw you falling,
Arms outstretched, folly of incandescent memories.
You gasp.
5.12 a.m..
They looked through your dreams.
Your dog nuzzled closer to you,
The miniature women saw you falling,
Arms outstretched, folly of incandescent memories.
You gasp.
5.12 a.m..
Wow this is seriously good poetry miss Sampat
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