theres a frog staring at the fish in a pond near by...
two sheeps have folded them together to make a cotton ball...
mr elephant stands in front of the mirror...
with rest of the world watches him altogether...
all shapes and sounds meet in this white paper...
with the colors they make a new poem...


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all changes the moment she enters...
its bliss all around when she makes a sound...
every step she takes its makes things fall in place...
her hair dances as she moves...
a star gazes at the twinkle in her eye...
come my sweet child...
I make a playground of sky...
toys from the many moons in the pie...
come my sweet child...
its time to play...
we will make houses from the clay...
come my sweet child...
its time to play...
in my arms you lay...
its not the bed of feather but will protect you in every weather...
come lets play together...

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