I need to tell it..
Yes… using this spot of poetry..
for joy is poetry as well as pain..
Nurturing our desire to be recognized..
as a little children showing off..
A moment of blissful communion..
So simple as ..
something which renders to affection..
“You are accepted”..
What else could a newborn soul wish?
Life… goes… by its own pathing.
Rosa (To the ones… that have considered the picture for worthing the merit… Thank you)