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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art6 years ago

Baby ice flake

Finally I have you in my arms, after so many years of waiting.

I can't help feeling afraid of how fragile I feel you

I am impressed by your beauty, the delicacy of each faction

Your little eyes of the color sky, The shine in your hair

You are perfect my little baby, I swear to take care of you like an ice flake.