Monday, May 25, 2020

Grand mother

I crossed my legs, 
to hear her stories. 
Her icy hair dances in the darkness
And the shrieky voice is as cute as cuckoo. 
Her eyes dwelt upon my ways, 
And her lullaby knells in my heart. 
I crossed my legs, 
reminiscing the bygone days. 
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