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The Little Human slept on my shoulders

 I had to lift her up.

So I craddled her by her arm.

Raised her to lean on my shoulder.

She started to outcry.

Is my spectacles scary? I thought.

Maybe my face along with

Spectacles clinging to it scared her.

Somehow she prevailed over scare

by my attempts to make her giggle.

She giggled

with her toothless mouth.

Yet her smile was too adorable.

Reminder for some artists who

Relate smile’s beauty with the teeth.

Slowly, her eyes started to drop

Until close.

Could sense her breath,

She would have sensed mine.

That moment,the world

which seamed fast for me

Slowed down a bit

’cause of an infant.

The world became silent when

She slept on my shoulders.

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