By: rgriffin

Curiosity once poured out of that innocent mind

The warmth of the gentle breeze fixes all

The nooks and crannies filled with the lull of laughter

kisses accompanied every bump and fall

secrets behind doors that none shall find

Leaves change as time tics and tocks by

And one can't resist winters harsh call

The cold finds a way to pillage and slaughter

Faces and hearts become like porcelain dolls

The Flames so warm lick as they wait by the side

Ever so patiently It waits for the slide

Tumbling and rolling like a child's ball

With the slash of ink He had bought her

Once on top things seem so small

The escape refused there is no where to hide

The Twinkle still dangles just out of reach

In hopes that one day it shall be beseeched 

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