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Feb 2015
she loved the
wildflowers;
in their field,

she loved the
moon;
in its light,

she loved the
smell;
after the rain,

she loved the
wind;
playing with her hair,

she loved to
run;
as if she could fly.

she loved that
she had no cage.

**And so she loved with all her might.
She loved that she could be a great, big, colourful mess and He would love her even still.
Isabelle Rose B
Written by
Isabelle Rose B  Australia
(Australia)   
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