To the Kids By My Door
Little youngsters, with so much grace
Wonderful ones, with a cute lip written on their faces
And a fascinating eye brow drawn on their gazes
A simple emotion drips in their phrases
Incredible in many ways
Beautiful flowers that play 'hit me' in the rain
For the farmers, they are salvaging helpers that pick grains
And for me, they are angels on my window's pane
To those kids,
Who looks like beautiful cultivated flowers on the field
Troubling me till smile when I feel bad
Coming with flowers that made my old house glad
Now when I shifted
With me their beautiful faces, and astonishing names drift
Those naughty little force, a bunch of gift
Wonderful kids, I miss you all
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