HOLLY ~

She is tiny spoons of honey on
parched and drying lips, she is
tiny pitter patter feet in rainy
morning mists. She is unicorns
with rainbow horns and beads
and bows and slides, she is
grown up dreams in tiny
seams, and long words joined
with sighs
.
She is colouring and colourful,
she is so old and so young, she
is sound advice in tiny voice,
she is singing, stories, sun. She
is arms outstretched and eager
hugs, she is a skipping ropes
on grass, she is ballerina,
faerie, she is dolly's left on
rugs

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