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Feb 2015
The trees sway gently in the wind
A soft breeze blows through my hair
The sun is warm upon my back
In the lush grass, my feet are bare.

The river moves quite lazily
I dangle my legs o'er the side
The birds whistle various songs
It's here that I'm most satisfied.

With a sigh, I slowly get up
I wish this day would never cease
But now it's time I headed home
With on last look, I turn and leave.
I'm always writing sad poems, but I decided to attempt a nicer one for once.
Lizzie
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Lizzie  21/F/Laputa
(21/F/Laputa)   
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