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.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
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.
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