The
icecream in her hand
She
looks it with delight
The
eyes see the colours
She
never wants to hide
The
eyes plead with hungry look
Her
mother buys her a cone of icecream
She
holds it with satisfying glow
She
licks it with eyes open
The
taste pulls her into its world
The
taste of the cool icecream
She
holds the cone in her fingers
Never
wishes the icecream to fall
When
her mother takes her picture
The
joy in her expression
The
icecream in her fingers
The
taste pulls her into its world
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