My second letter to the little princess in waiting line

I am having one usual day, as it is, most of the days I, a misfit, wandering around, since the ultrasound and incubator, they are ever invasive The world with the main theme, and the off topic, outlier A peace, to find solace, within. You are a tiara, a bracelet a pearl and a teardrop too When I think about the unbridled, unbundled gone spirits, my lion cubs They are busy in angling, somewhere, elsewhere. They grew up too close to a Skokie Swift Childcare, they surely do. They used to tap around the keyboards, busy and always chatterbox They hardly open up about radiant ways, as they are always busy to pave the gaps. On a rainy day, they will be sitting inside with their jersey whims for a newer day And I will be, the ever undecisive, is it the sky blue or the deepest wave, a say or a may I wish I could be sitting around you, just to see the pristine may A butterfly stroke on a lonely morn, a red leaf, and a grasshopper day!