in the rain-
darkness, the sunset
being sheathed I sit and
think of you
the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles
your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss
and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then
your dancesong
soul. rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i
think
of you
~e.e. cummings
covered in flour 
Beautiful E! Love the poem and these photos.
Thanks! It’s so her – dancesong soul and all. Love that kid more than life.
Love it!
Thanks!
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