tipsy toes,
rubber bones,
held him,
atop this world.
As he took,
his first stride,
taller, than;
ever before.
The ground,
felt not so cold,
as arms grabbed;
the empty air.
this cherubic child;
walked; and kept on.
only to rest,
beneath the same soil,
he took off from.
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Author:
krutarth (Pseudonym) (
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