17 October 2017, 7:00PM
My hands are small,
the gross and fine
motor skills are developing.
My face still round,
a baby, ungrown
hair, everyday of no falling.
My mind is young,
pure, lack wisdom
conscience and undecided.
My feet likes to hop,
on the road light,
dreams and to be recovered.
My voice is loud,
I cry, it can collapse
a cemented wall of bricks.
My joy of learning,
is my new passport
to unleash my brain tricks.
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