Little
girl
You don’t have to cut or heal
As the waves along the shore
Erode my feet.
Time is a passing thing
You don’t have to crack
Every mirror
As you stare at wishes
For an open window.
Don’t be a culprit
They always leave a mark
Of things to come.
Or whisper gently in my ears
“Find me when you wake.”
Change is just a yellow leaf
Falling to the ground.
And I, too, turn into you
As the summer sun
Brings back colour
To both your eyes.
Your body is but a burning flame
Why don’t you just
Keep dancing
As you put on your clothes
However
Do it slow.
You don’t have to cut or heal
As the waves along the shore
Erode my feet.
Time is a passing thing
You don’t have to crack
Every mirror
As you stare at wishes
For an open window.
Don’t be a culprit
They always leave a mark
Of things to come.
Or whisper gently in my ears
“Find me when you wake.”
Change is just a yellow leaf
Falling to the ground.
And I, too, turn into you
As the summer sun
Brings back colour
To both your eyes.
Your body is but a burning flame
Why don’t you just
Keep dancing
As you put on your clothes
However
Do it slow.
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