my five year old read out loud written words for the first time in a way that told me that she indeed knows how to read or at the very least memorize the stories of animals and the rhythm of the words together coupled with sounds pictures of pigs talking and elephants thinking and with that being said, if there was ever going to be a time when i would know for certain what jumping off the edge and falling into love would look like i could assume it would be the smile she gave me, gifted the moon behind us, some sort of arbitrary bed stuy sky ornament a winter begging to be a flower as if it were a thing to be watered the smile that said, i am falling too
This poem makes my inner child smile, my inner teenager cry, and my current self screw up my face in deep appreciation. What a lovely work. Thanks for sharing!
This is love.
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Oh this is stunning ❤️
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This poem makes my inner child smile, my inner teenager cry, and my current self screw up my face in deep appreciation. What a lovely work. Thanks for sharing!