Sun is sprightly like the morning light in spring.
I'm tripping over bumps and cracks on the wooden floor of the patio.
Lil' white flowers in the emerald green bushes
I'm smelling them with a tiny button nose I never knew I had
His big hands came ruffling my tousled hair
Yellow marigolds, he always called it
Locks curling in and out his fingers
Little fingers touching his deep wrinkles
Getting caught in the furrows of his frowns
And he sang butterfly kisses
Twirling me in my smocked frills
The whole world seemed dizzy dizzy
When the last bit of sun escaped
The world was swallowed whole
And I woke touching my pierced nose and covered by my black hair.
Pfft.
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