On that platform of
Boisterous peddling, dreary banters and whining crowd
Your chuckle appeared like a lullaby,
Drifting me away to infinity
And your fingers
Spread across my palm,
Can a touch be softer than a cotton bale?
Who were you, my little darling?
Did you know me, from another time, perchance?
I was just about to bargain
But you bargained me away!
Forever.
Casually Classical 
Beautiful poem, and straight from the heart. I love how everything is so simple and the image is so clearly shining. Most of all, the poem tells you. Meanwhile, surely “On that platform of”?
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