He doesn’t even know me,
Yet he stares.
Not from up close, but afar –
A window stands between us,
And he uses it as protection,
Perhaps in fear that I may bite.
Slightly frightened, but fascinated;
The way my hair wasn’t one colour but two,
The way I talked and walked and smiled.
Open mouthed,
Through the window,
Watched my every move.
As I advanced to where he was,
Adopting the same pose he stood in –
My hands around my eyes to shield it from the light,
Peering into the other side at a peculiarity that was new to my eyes.
I smiled,
And for a second we stood there and looked at each other from opposite sides,
Before he shyly turned away,
Smiling his little smile.
He couldn’t have been more than 4,
5 at most.
His blue cap was pulled securely over his ears,
Blue jacket zipped up to keep him warm,
Safe from the cold.
Perhaps I left him wondering why his attire that keeps him safe from the cold, which dominates his homeland, couldn’t keep him safe from the blonde quirk he had just encountered for a brief while?
He is cutie. What a great encounter. Cheers
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I think he finds your smile friendly. Thank you for the follow, Ananya. Very good writing!
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Thank you so much 😊
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You’re welcome!
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Amazing ❤️
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Very nice and i havd some interest to do a volunteer service
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Please look up http://www.17000ft.org
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If you would like any information from me please send me a message on the Facebook page of this blog. Thank you for your interest 😊
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May you be blessed for bringing smiles on these faces and a new purpose to their lives . Gr8 work Kiddo!!!
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Thank you so much 😊
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lovely poem
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Thank you so much 😊
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Beautiful. Stay blessed
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Thank you so much 😊
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