World To Me

Dipti Dakhane

Abstract

Dipti Dakhane

Abstract

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world sky arms

On the swing, by the tree

Up in the sky, what do I see?

By the sea, in the sand

What do I make with my little feet?

On the edge, of the cliff

With arms spreads wide, what do I be?

On the farm, in the field

Who all await to play with me?

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