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in #poetry7 years ago

dark chocolate brown curls
had never endeared such
innocence as they bounced
lightly with each waddle of a step.

round orb-like eyes;
how gently they twinkled.
seemingly stuck in a haze
—full of unlikely dreams—

misty drizzles, or
grey minuscule droplets,
landed on the top of his head,
resulting in the purest chortle.

maybe it was just the
muddy puddle; in which he
sprung, frolicked, leaped.
forget hop skip jump.

whilst balancing, his grasp on
Papa; remained tight, annoying.
then the lights turned viridescent,
and disappeared around a corner.

ploy.

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