Little Treasure
And a pair of those little feet were stepping
Cheerfully, treading each period which was carrying her somewhere nowhere
A fragmented laughter echoed from all angles hailed her name
For she is the apple of her father's eyes...
She grew with everything
As if born with beautiful wings, which not only adorned her body
But abled to carry her flew away to heaven that was made for her...
For she was the angel of her mother's heart....
Petite figure stood on a naivete ...
The dream world slowly manipulates, toying her, risking her
A trust betrayed finally ...
And that scourge became the first stain of her life ...
Those little feet have now taken their big steps
A girl has grown into a lady
By rising from the rubble of brittleness
Let the kisses of the past remain there and dwell
For the broken wings of her last
For the fear and frighten which had past
For the big steps of her sane
For the pain and stain which finally end for her gain
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