When I was little.
When I was little,
I thought of many extraordinary things.
I thought of cups that cling
Birds that sing
Knots in string
Flowers in spring
But most of all, I thought about the world.
Mostly about what happens in this world,
How skirts twirled
Windmills whirled
Hair curled
And how cats curled,
Into their little balls.
I thought of running through the halls
Beautiful waterfalls
Cold snowballs
Fragile porcelain dolls
When I was little, these were the extraordinary things that I thought about.
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