Still A Bliss (Sonnet #190) Poem by Tina Baaklini

I met my little self near the garden
Merrily she strolled, picking some flowers
Beautiful as an angel from heaven
Her eyes full of dreams, her heart of wonders.

Joyfully I gazed at her eyes and smiled
Hello, said I; she looked at me shyly
Then grinned with the innocence of a child
Hello, said she to a stranger that is me.

How I wished to tell her the roads to take
How I wanted to make her understand
That few people are real and most are fake
But we just crossed the road while I held her hand.

I left her with a warm hug, a soft kiss
Then said: though life is hard, it's still a bliss!

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