i saw her soft flowing hair
smile with aura of fairy tale
she get closer i saw her eyes
deep in their sadness resides
i remain quiet i did pretend
but wondering what’s within
maybe you can keep your ills
just like polishing your nails
you can sing; you can dance
you can talk full of radiance
but when i get closer to touch
i could tell; i won’t say much
***
when i was five years old
my cousin visited us, that's
how i remember her.
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