Beauty of a Child
Beauty of a Child
The shine was climbing upwards in the sky.
We were walking holding hands.
She looked up to see it but the sun was too bright.
Finally the night came by, I took her for a walk.
The sun has broken itself to million magic pieces.
I was there watching her eyes shining with reflection of sky.
Having million reasons not to look at the starry night,
I watched the moon smiling...