I saw a girl really small,
walking with her brother quite much tall.
She had the smile so much cute,
saying her brother, ' hello, dude! ! ! '
She was twelve but acted like a child,
her brother once behaved like a wild.
She was playing in floor using a tile,
her brother was happy seeing her cute smile.
Happiness created, between those two a bound,
it also helped to heal past wound...
it also helped to heal past wound...! ! !
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