Little Hands




 I witnessed that day your bright smile

Maybe because you are that fragile


Puppy dog eyes covered with specs

Your anime knowledge you flex


Lotioned hands those tiny, little cutie

Flaunting their majestic beauty


Mute is never your loud voice

Even in that night, cold as ice


Who knows if those covered hair are long

But surely you speak words like a song


Shrill yet an empowered tone

Sweet and pleasing as a cologne

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