My laugh doesn't stop me from observing how a soft smile has turned up on your face
From up there, no, rather,
from inward you smile
Giggling at the most
Your aura placid as proudly you declare
My daughter has come home again
My daughter has come back to me again.
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The Wonders In Our Head
PoetryAll Oneshots and poems which came from the cryptic mind of a writer.
