Little Treasure

And a pair of those little feet were stepping

Cheerfully, treading each period which was carrying her somewhere nowhere

A fragmented laughter echoed from all angles hailed her name



For she is the apple of her father's eyes...



She grew with everything 

As if born with beautiful wings, which not only adorned her body

But abled to carry her flew away to heaven that was made for her...



For she was the angel of her mother's heart....



Petite figure stood on a naivete ...

The dream world slowly manipulates, toying her, risking her 

A trust betrayed finally ...



And that scourge became the first stain of her life ...



Those little feet have now taken their big steps

A girl has grown into a lady

By rising from the rubble of brittleness

Let the kisses of the past remain there and dwell



For the broken wings of her last

For the fear and frighten which had past

For the big steps of her sane

For the pain and stain which finally end for her gain