I see you, I watch you From between the spindles From under the table Sometimes from right behind you I cannot speak, I cannot tell you what I think, I cannot ask you questions But I see you, I may be Small and silent... sometimes. Playful and mischievous Thoughtful and kind But the one thing I am always, Is learning, I see you.
© Mental Journey
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