When I walk away in my thoughts ..
I see the train leaving ..
And inside is she ..
With her black sparkling curled hair ..
And her fine beautiful bloom ..
Her lovely complexion ..
Her unguarded eyes ..
Her spiritual smile ..
Her lively face ..
Her pale-pink lips ..
Her shy cheeks ..
Her bare glamorous arms ..
Ending with her little hands ..
Holding her lollipop ..
Suddenly ..
I can see her moving, few feet from the very spot I remain standing upon. Delicately, crosses she through the train windows .. I could see this .. due to the beautiful fact of me following the train unconsciously. She reached the door, she appears as if she were in a little hurry. I can see that from her sacred breaths, she turns to pass through the train door.
But, how sad was she realizing that she can’t.
She was reaching for something on the station ground .. I can feel that from her face and her sad looks.
I don’t know how that happened .. but I got a glimpse of that tiny toy on the ground .. she was obviously aiming for that doll of hers.
She began immediately to surrender for tears .. she lost her valuable source of joy in her little life.
I couldn’t miss the chance .. I leaned down and took the toy. She attended immediately and her lovely eyes were totally into mine.
I smiled .. at the while I began to run ..
She now was like a fan of an Olympic athlete in a runners race, she badly desired me to reach for her on the train door’s window.
I ran .. and ran .. till I reached her ..
She stretched her hands .. her tears have gone away now .. she was beginning to smile at me .. she had a thankful face that I felt.
While I was running to cope with her .. I gave her her doll .. and I began to slow down because the train was now fast for me .. but not fast enough to deny me the most brilliant “Thank You” I ever heard in my life.
Yup .. she said it .. her voice was so calm, thin and delicate. She said it in the air, and she was holding her little doll with much happiness than could be described.
The moment I heard her ‘Thank You’ .. I couldn’t take but to totally stop .. staring at her, seized by her glamorous spirit.
The train kept fast taking off .. away from my place. Till she totally disappeared with er curled hair.
I held still after the train disappeared .. trying to reclaim self-caliber infront of the crowd.
I love that happening .. a lot. Though fantasy is far .. it’s beautiful.
Judging upon one’s lore of happy moments .. that wasn’t vanity.
It was sky on ground .. flying on wings of innocence.
In flowers, roses and young children’s eyes … I see God everyday.
