Where the air is thin and flowers grow a plenty
take me where it hurts to breathe
where the sun embraces me, so gently
and the towns are quiet but friendly.
We shall fashion daisies into wreaths,
watch as the aspen births her leaves
into crimson colors, so many.
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 12:57 AM UTC
Where the air is thin and flowers grow a plenty
take me where it hurts to breathe
where the sun embraces me, so gently
and the towns are quiet but friendly.
We shall fashion daisies into wreaths,
watch as the aspen births her leaves
into crimson colors, so many.
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