Soothing rhythm in the background,
like the tinkling lullaby
that i once heard in my head,
a very long time while drifting asleep in my cot.
the smile of an innocent life captured, trapped in a photograph
only to be made alive again in times of reflection;
but forgotten in times of happiness.
Genuine smile of innocence,
replaced by smirks for the parody of life.
a smooth kissable forehead then,
decorated with creases and frown lines.
Shiny bright eyes turned melancholy.
There's that tinkling lullaby again,
filling up this head.
Mixing pleasant days and tearful events to readily define,
Tis', my life.
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pardon my random train of thoughts.