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Polka dots
Too much light
Blinding sun beams
Your skin
Your eyes on a butterfly
Red and black
Poka dot
Your favorite
Your braid dancing
On your back
Your eyes with those
Sparkles of hazel
And olives mixed
Your hand in mine
And that side
Smile lighting up
Your lips
Pushing me on a swing
Higher and higher
Breath catching
And you holding on
Laugher in the wind
Coming with
A sweet little giggle
And push you
Just to prove
We can be kids too
It's not a lost art
With age
Just forgotten
You and me
And all the future holds
Her one day
Holding his hand
And making memories of
Her own
But for now
It's just Us
Going higher and higher
You jump
I leap
You catch
And we fall
Circles in playgrounds
Relearning the lost art
Of being kids again
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