![]() A Third First Time EncounterA Poem by piccolabeth
Well hello there Moomin,
It's the first time we've met. I'm the daughter you carried, The burden you've carried - The one who's not lost yet. There's a smile on your lips Moom, I'm in the tips of your fingers. Are you happy Moom? Are you glad that we've met yet? I am glad that we've met Moom, I am happy of that. I will not leave you now. © 2015 piccolabeth |
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