For reason,
I recall.
You were frail,
Quite small.
Your body
Hung low,
Through trees of fall.
I rush,
As you're hushed in my arms.
A thrillseeker,
I am.
For your squeal
Begins to calm.
And now you land,
On the brim of the bank.
With a thump and thud,
Covered in mud,
I haul you strong,
As you're now a swimmer,
In the pond.
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 12:47 PM UTC
For reason,
I recall.
You were frail,
Quite small.
Your body
Hung low,
Through trees of fall.
I rush,
As you're hushed in my arms.
A thrillseeker,
I am.
For your squeal
Begins to calm.
And now you land,
On the brim of the bank.
With a thump and thud,
Covered in mud,
I haul you strong,
As you're now a swimmer,
In the pond.
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