At 6 years ...
Small colored atoms dance around
She is lost between the wrath of her black hair,
while shaking their hands to the sky
Their concerns are traveling
and feet enjoy a renewed freedom
today take on a trip to either side and happily
not tired of walking
makes no resistance, anda
in search of adventure
Cherries, strawberries, tomatoes, apples
What are the fruits of your dress?
are promises, truths, kisses, hugs
available to share with the world
After 11 years
not hesitate to compare the size of your hands ,
is true ... It has grown
Her hair reaches her waist, now
not entangled in her fingers, but its
jugular
Your tired feet walk
is it that freedom is gone?
His clothes adorn
circles, diamonds, squares, stripes
escape from his lips now
oaths, apologies, goodbyes, never
Rises inches above the ground
and manages to escape for a few seconds
those treasured moments with a special affection
Nothing stops, while playing in silence
the echo of his footsteps in that room
His childhood was gone,
between tights and patent leather shoes
Image: "Not Waiting" of * TheLuckyNine DeviantArt in
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