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MY HEART IS A CRICKET DANIELLE WILKINS
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MY LIFE STORY
My heart is a cricket,
Singing to the other
cricket wings.
My thoughts are
sparrows,
Searching for crumbs.
My voice is scraps,
of paper and clouds.
My mind is a tornado,
With the harmonica man.
My wishes prickle, like
pine needles,
Flicker as stars, in the
night.
With a whole city under
the moon.
(c) copyright heather burns
wow..its soo great poem..means she is soo cute and talented one..my regareds to the child (your grand adughter)and my love and pray for her sound and happy life..she seems to be soo poetic and moody one.. wonderful... and this is really very sweet poem for pretty children as she is enough too... I being poet encourage and appreciate this work of her and say well done and never stop writing... best of luck to grand mom and grand child both and love