Poetry

without worry

One little girl

Jumping, hopping, skipping

No care in the world

Hands picking, picking, picking

The dandelions along the street

Giving, laughing, sharing

With everyone she meets

Hips switching, body rocking, hands all up in the air

Dancing to her own melody

A girl.

No cares.

She shares.

Copyrighted by Christina Gabrielle Anderson 2013

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