Friday, September 19, 2014

Canvas

Canvas



She makes a paper boat
     waves it in the rain puddle
She sings a sweet rhyme 
     caresses the doll to sleep in her cuddle
She gazes at the stars
     makes an innocuous wish
She gently touches the butterfly
     resting on the flower bed beneath the sky
She depicts her mind on a canvas clean
     the boat, the stars and the butterfly seen
She wakes up to stop the alarm, and
    wishes, that's how life should have been.

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