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All My hopes and all My dreams

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She moves about the room,
Seemingly she is pleased,
She sways on tip-toed feet,
She moves with grace and ease.

I watch her,
My eyes are barely open,
Her black curls, as they,
Glimmer and gleam.

She twirls,
Her eyes brown like a Hershey’s kiss,
She is as innocent as she seems.
She is all my hopes.
She is all my dreams.


She is everything I need her to be,
Dashing, with pure humility,
She is all that I prayed her to be,
My dear Inala Na’vvi.

A mother couldn’t ask for more,
She is a daughter so like me,
Yet she is without flaw.





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