Looking in the mirror
my hair braid in pony,
school dress is ironed
it's time to hurry.
Kissing on my forehead
my mom waved me a goodbye
she told me I was a princess,
soon going to fly
Suddenly I'm ... Read More...
Oh dear,
hear a story I got to tell
It’s the story of an unborn child and how it got to feel.
It’s warm and cozy inside mama ‘s womb.
Love just started to bloom.
I was a seed
Dreaming to be a tree.
To be... Read More...
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