To my little daughter'' a poem by kaylog

TO MY LITTLE DAUGHTER

My own little daughter,
listen to these little things
with million meanings,
which I'm about to utter.

The sky is a coloured man
who covers and shrouds
children driving in the clouds,
with the colour from a blue van.

Now, take a look at your own skin:
It is one soft and sweet chocolate.
Your face has become so articulate
because of this colour that shoots your grin.

You should now know why that white boy
who came from the other street
sneaked into your heart to steal your sweet,
tasty and ever vivacious growing joy.

You should by now know
that the girl in that pink flying gown
was just here to make you drown
and make you melt down like the snow.

The sun finds joy in illuminating
the beautiful dark world we live in.
It has helped the sky to keep believing
that above the lands, it's dominating.

Find joy in all that you face and do.
You have a skin filled with chocolate;
it leads to the city with the beautiful gate.
This is the only way you can see you.

That is the only fastest way
you can rewrite your 'two-phased' story,
into the most beautiful and attractive glory,
till when we can no longer see the day.

- ©KAYLOG*