To sweet little girl ─ April
The first time when we touchI'm looking in your childlike eyes
I saw all smiles through your eyes
For the first time
You're looking in my eyes
I see a miracle of the life through your eyes
The second time when we touch
I'm speaking to your childlike mind
Your minds full of all smiles
For the first time
You're speaking to me
I hear a miracle of the life through your voice
Your mind is too pure to me
It feels like Lake Tahoe limpidly
Your smile likes the angel spreading its wings
It could turn a heavy overcast into sunshine
Your voice likes a whitethroat sing softly
It could melt the winter snow
Your words can brighten my mood
I would pull all stars down from the sky for you
Labels: Memories
posted by Anne @ 5:48 AM
2 Comments
2 Comments:
Dear Anne,
I like your poem.
It fulls of loves and smiles.
Thanks for treating her as your own child.
I hope your life fulls of happiness and love as well.
Love,
your sister, Stephanie
I prefer the poem I wrote in Chinese to English.
I am native speaker of
Chinese after all.
Anne
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