The flowers are yellow.
The down is white.
Their color is a yellow and white gingham check.
Butterflies fly and play with stones.
Small shoes step over the jagged leaves
And kick the down.
The squashed leaves smell sweet.
The yellow flowers’ bright eyes
Assure us happiness.
The white down dreams of
Far away
And waits for
The time when
It is ready to depart.
The grounds embrace
The two lovely sisters
And smile.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
The flowers are yellow.
The down is white.
Their color is a yellow and white gingham check.
Butterflies fly and play with stones.
Small shoes step over the jagged leaves
And kick the down.
The squashed leaves smell sweet.
The yellow flowers’ bright eyes
Assure us happiness.
The white down dreams of
Far away
And waits for
The time when
It is ready to depart.
The grounds embrace
The two lovely sisters
And smile.
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