The tall grass
brushed by my leg.
A slight breeze whispered
by me, Lightly tossing my mess
of curly brown hair. Eyes blinded
by the bright sun, skin warmed by its wrath.
Colorful flowers of blue and yellow and pink Sway on
their stems. Smells of wildflowers, Of lavender, daisies and rose,
Fill the soft air. I never want to leave this place, I think I’ll stay here forever.
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