Twinkle Twinkle A little girl dances into a room. Its Trisha. A little lady. She is smiling. Laughing. Dancing. Hula. She is a little girl doing a hula dance. Its cute. Coconuts. She is sipping one. Cute. She is chasing someone. Running after him. Puppy. Its a little puppy dog. Mr Kitty. Its the name of her cat. RIP. Kitty is gone. She is sad. She is sitting on a beach. Sipping on a coconut. She is with her mum. Family. People who love her. Smiling. A little girl. A dad picks her up in his arms. He is cuddling her close. She cuddles into his arms. He puts her down. She starts running. He is watching her play. Free. A free little lady. Tropical. Fiji. Dad. This is me. Creative heart. Its a little spirit within me always guiding me home. Innocence. Its in pure innocence I write. I dislike offending anyone. My creative heart. Singing. Dancing. A new story. A script. A plot. A car chase. A video clip. Movies and actors. My heart is in Creativity as you laugh at my funny characters. My poor acting skills. My determination? Where I am simply showing you what I love. Creative heart. Art, paint and sports stars. Singers, entertainers and magicians. Did we entertain Tina? Did we captivate Leonardo? Did we move Mariah? Did we make magic? Have I entered you mansion? Twinkle star? How I wonder how you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are. Miss Trishas heart.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:35:01 +0000
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