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Featherlite she flew, across the greens,
Dewdrops on her little toes, kissed with all its glow.
Euphoric speculations ,thrilled her,
Her face registered surfacing of joy.
Tender pinky fingers, lulled the frondescence,
Two luminous pearls, luxuriate the blossoms.
Chubbiness of her cheeks,
Was waiting for the love filled pull,
Dimples to hypnotise the hearts .
She is Papa's girl, prettiest doll,
Fluttered around to sit on his lap.
Daughter to her father,
Heartwarming sight to witness.