Dedicated to: anaghakvk
With big eyes and a beating heart,
The creator's believing it's a God's art.
The spark of innocence pouring all over,
Something we wish, would never be sober.
The small paws with the tiny fingers,
Keeping it down, the heartening feeling lingers.
Something so small, you feel protective;
Feeling the hooded figure looming over pretty destructive.
The child's skin soft as a feather,
The ears, lips, nose to the touch like leather.
The small mouth giving a laughing burp,
Sometimes getting up with a little jerk.
The creators no longer, 19 years later;
The time with them over, it really does matter.
Always had a fear of hugging the hooded figure,
It's already done, there's nothing to bicker.
A new life found with various different people,
They can't replace the old however feeble.
The once huge flood of innocence;
Now lost, left the ghosts totally tense.
For the once infant became a mature adult,
The child sculpted into something beyond the years...
~Priya K.
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