Child playful in the winter chill,
Awaiting your warmth to hearts fill.
A steaming cup of lemon tea ,
A paper strip of fries,
Some innocent frolicking,
A couple of lies.
Not everything one wants does life denies.
Running across pathways,
With the carpet green below,
Holding hands against the breeze...hair flying, shoelaces untied.
Snatched a pocket full of memories before life can go.
2 comments:
Who is the poet?
were where you? On a water tank? Shriya looks like a bird about to set off.
Now I shall weep again.
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