i wear ribbons in my hair ,
soft whispers of the morning air . . .
laces twirl , a pink ballet ,Β
like the clouds at the break of day . . .
tiny shoes with bows that gleam ,
as if i'm in a dream . . .
lips the shade of rose in bloom ,
i paint my world with sweet perfume . . .
a gaze that's shy , a hear that's free ,
i dance beneath the willow tree . . .
with every step , the world does fade ,
in a fantasy i've made . . .
- 18th january , saturday
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Β i wear my dress with lace and cream ,Β
a secret thought , a whispered dream . . .Β
little socks with frills so sweet ,
like the rhythm of my heart's soft beat . . .
soft curls frame my innocent face ,
in your gaze , i find my place . . .
lips that blush , a delicate hue ,
i wait for a glance , so warm and true . . .
a heart that flutters , a soul that's light ,
i linger in the quiet night . . .
with every glance , my world does bloom ,
a love that fades , the darkened gloom . . .
- 20th january , mondayΒ
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