I miss the girl with braided hair
Sliding down the banister
Ever climbing
Dreaming
Saving
Little bits of
Shells and pebbles
Feathers, dropped by angels’ wings
Still
Entranced by little things
Like sparrows pecking at her feet
Sold for a farthing
Lives so fleet
Moments gone
Like shifting tide
She who played and laughed
Has died
A little more each day she went
No dreaming, climbing
Farthing spent
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