Inner Child
Her hair was golden brown, and she
Had the smile of an angel
Id often sit and wonder what she thought
She had a laugh that rang like tiny silver bells as it
Hopped, skipped, jumped on the beat
Of my heart
I try to recall her smile, it fades
At times and i can no longer hear
The echo of her Joy
She is gone from me and i am forgetting
Even the taste of her name
As it rolls off my tongue at times
Little one i long for, i did not miss
Yet she haunts me
But she no longer smiles
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