Stepping Stones

In her own world she sits

On her own stepping stones she steps

As she gathers pebbles

She gathers memories

That will never dwindle out

Into oblivion

Into the subconscious

She is curled on the beach

Playing out her own game

Fiddling out her own fiddle

HEr own stepping stones

Through her childhood

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is about my little sister of 8 years old daydreaming in her own world of make-believe

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