Lost girl ~ SM

Sitting on the edge of day and last rays
She clings to the strings of her paper kite
Tighter in the nooks and crannies she kneels
Not quite loud but still she speaks

At night she counts the stars alight
Matching each twinkle to the shine in her eyes
Her heart is soothed when waves meet shore
No more counting, she quits keeping score.


Image (c) Heatherlee Chan

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