Flaunting smiles of honey and mischief,
She gently brushes hair of silk behind her ears.
With eyes, remarkably lustrous, she awaits the next discovery.
With each grin, she bares billowy cheeks of sweetness
and whispers faintly, perhaps to the creatures in the sand.
Her quiet laughter, the sweet sounds no harp can equal.
Her tiny figure is bent to unearth new endeavors.
Knees familiar with dust and play, venture from soft tresses of pale pink.
Her small fingers curiously test new boundaries of coarse ground.
Oblivious to the measures in the world around her,
with a furrowed brow she determines the importance of her findings.
Her eyes widen with rapturous understanding of a world of fleeting substance.
If only to be lost in the mind of a child once again,
to float freely in a cerebral land of contentment.
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