She lays on a canoe
whirling gently on the stream.
Her red dress shimmers
as the sun gives a great beam.
She smiles at the sky
with its radiant blue,
and porcelain clouds
and air fresh and new.
She enjoys the sounds
of the bustling, rippling waves.
Towards to a land
and the path it paves.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
She lays on a canoe
whirling gently on the stream.
Her red dress shimmers
as the sun gives a great beam.
She smiles at the sky
with its radiant blue,
and porcelain clouds
and air fresh and new.
She enjoys the sounds
of the bustling, rippling waves.
Towards to a land
and the path it paves.
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