The Sister

A carefree soul

With a busy mind;

A gentle heart

Trapped in a little girl.

Smiles fill her face

And laughter fills her air,

As she wanders aimlessly 

Through her days.

Four golden hearts

Surrounding her life

She doesn't hace a worry

To fret her mind about.

She gracefully walks the walk

And sweetly talks the talk,

Only to do

Whats expected.

She's a colouring book,

Coloured outside the lines.

She's a unique soul;

Too unique for ones heart.

Sometimes she bares the weight 

Of the world on her shoulderss,

Only to have a strong back;

Unable to break.

This little girl

Is in the center of her world,

Nothing can bring her down;

Not even a crumbling world.

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