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Folded Promise
She wears rainbows in her almond curls
and paints her eyelids with green swirls.
Her cheeks blush with innocent pearls
Soft as her favourite fruit- strawberries.
Mascara wand in her fingers casts spells on me
her gaze a flicker between play and mystery.
She tangles the bedsheets,
Spills glitter on pillows,
pouts for the mirror,
practices smiles and chuckles
All a rehearsal for the girl she will never be.
Because
Her cradle is still folded like a promise,
she borrows makeup from bags I never packed.
she wears outfits I never choose,
She twirls in mirrors I never hung.
She is my daughter in dreams.
and in dreams they grow like moonlight.
Copyright ©
abdul Mannan
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