The Vibes of wrinkles ,
One day will dances,
But happiness lips ,
wonders Me .

The beauty of gray eyes ,
Peeking milk tooth , naked half head,
Plowed forehead and vanished
Eyebrow , all my belongings.

Out of hand tried to escape ,
Those bangles, sidekick she
Needed when she mobile, there
She exhibit steps of exploration .

Crisent moon she became,
Oh , like a dusk frowned flower,
Only ground she looked while march, I will
There tomorrow upto new old days.

I knew you can become ,
A sloth but still I tried to become
Your tree to live on it, to
The Thousand leafs ahead.

Silly scolds turns
To rhymes, I laughed
And you laughed,
Your fierce sun drenched in moon.

Melted your hand with mine,
For me your lantern eyes,
Directions I took , either
Cave or sky.

-Z
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