between giggles and the little red wagon
kicking the soccer ball across the field
smiling dog runs behind chasing dreams
there in the fading rays of the day smiles
a place where hope still blooms at night
undercover the Dragon Fruit’s waltz
a glance across the room’s arrival
your half-hidden smile emerging
candles dance your arrival song
tousled hair and sleepy eyes heavy
curled beside and warming the bed such
things only within little hands can know.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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This is so sweet. Absolutely lovely.
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Thank you much.
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very endearing!
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