Toys
Toys
Little wooden horse runs on tiny wheels,
Plastic soldier guards a land of dreams.
A doll smiles with painted eyes so wide,
Puzzle pieces teach patience inside.
Kite in the sky lifts hopes so high,
Marbles roll like moments passing by.
Drum beats echo in a child’s small room,
Blocks build towers that fall too soon.
Spinning top twirls like seasons’ flow,
Train tracks guide journeys we long to know.
Each plaything whispers a gentle truth,
Life itself is a game of fleeting youth.
GR kaviyoor
29 08 2025
(Canada, Toronto)
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