As I watched
the little girl dance,
Oh how I wept.
With poise,
such grace.
Her image I kept.
You can see
clear as day—
just look for these things.
Love connects us all.
Like little illuminated
Invisible Strings.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
As I watched
the little girl dance,
Oh how I wept.
With poise,
such grace.
Her image I kept.
You can see
clear as day—
just look for these things.
Love connects us all.
Like little illuminated
Invisible Strings.
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