A
moment of time
On
a rest on the wooden bench
A
small cried on the push trolley
She
looked at me
Her
daddy pointed her to me
I
waved my hand she stopped crying
I
looked and made some monkey faces
For
a while she kept looking...
When
I looked back at her
She
smile sweetly at me
Maybe
something of knowing
There
is a friendly face
When
her father went to his ATM
The
small girl still looked at me
I
smile to her before I took my leave
Maybe
she saw a friendly face
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