FLOWN WITH TIME

Those wide blue eyes
had grown a bit more prettier,
as they beheld the sparkling waters
of a deep river.

The river was deep
just like her story,
for that toddler
was no longer little.

Time had flown
and so did the innocence,
for she had felt her first love
and heart-break had followed.

Now she stood
at the bank of the river,
trying to understand
was she a human
or a doll made of silver.

For she had felt this for the first time
she was sad,
not because her love was gone
but because childhood had flown.