Tip toeing on tiny feet
Temporal and transient
Counting on fingers tender
You pass me by with baby steps.
From here to yonder.
With fondness you whisper
Passing into the other world
On magic trail of butterfly kisses.
The magic link of my dreams,
Is Your toy arm’s embrace.
Preserve I would, for our phone calls in future
When we would be Citizens of nostalgia.
Solitude, Orhan and I.
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