Curly hair looking black with sparkles of black amber glow
Eyes alert with curiousity deep crinkle at corners with notes kept for hunger deed
Little fists at ease he watches all with deductive analysis as the diamonds shines and sparkles
Gurgling with internal chuckles he smiles smiles as the sun comes out
Little feet kicking invisible balls of play he flips them over and over miles away
Above above in sky of nightest night a name appeared Damond Damond of the line of question
Great Tea seas a change of fortune for a county of destiny destiny to astound the world
Damond looked at her with question I want I want to be question question
Elusive elusive is what Tea Tea says is the way as quiet is the path
By
Felicia McCaw
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