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!