Little girl Cycilia greets me every morning and several times in a day
She is so little that I thought she has no ability to recognize
But she greets me with a smile that is different from all other
She pouts her two pink delicate petal lips and holds her eyes on to my eyes
and waits for me to come and take her in my arms
there after we look out together to see the world through my windows and doors
She is so little that I thought she has no ability to recognize
But she greets me with a smile that is different from all other
She pouts her two pink delicate petal lips and holds her eyes on to my eyes
and waits for me to come and take her in my arms
there after we look out together to see the world through my windows and doors
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