Her breath keeps whispering.
As she sleeps, and the rare moonlight washes over her angelic face.
As I lie, looking at her:
I try and listen to her dreams
The worries, the fantasy, the crimes;
I'm listening, pondering:
As her nights speak, to me.
It's fascinating / enchanting -
Getting to know her wishes, the little girl who likes to be secure; the one who likes to be loved.
- Mohak G