Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Little Steps

The little girl,
She spun her dreams.
Waited for none,
Chased them alone.

Her heart knows,
What she needs;
Sure of herself,
She seems.

Her dreams are big;
Not of cars or,
Large mansions as such.
Her dreams have people,
People she can trust;

Her dreams have a world,
A world that’s happy;
A world that's sad.

A smile on her lips,
All the time,
Brought on by her dreams.

The world waits on her,
While she walks on…
Realizing her every dream,
With that smile still there.

2 comments:

  1. she can slow down time,
    like smoke that fills up the evening,
    bursting into flame eventually,
    warming hearts,
    as you toast by her warmth.


    Couldn't resist.

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  2. Is this a bias or is it just that my poetry inspired you uncontrollably to write this? :)

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