Wandering to a place of serenity. To a place never heard of, nor tred upon. Speak free, and be me. Like water does a stream... Through my hair, with the sweet smell Of the after-rain and a tint of honeydew. Of luscious and God- Breathed fruit As grapes, and strawberries, So sweet and delicious growing in their beauty and splendor... Gleaming dew upon their faes. And the leaves trembling with the breeze.. And the sun beaming with its warm golden rays upon the rushing stream... as I hold up my dress and run splashing in the crystal waters... Dancing and twirling around and around in the fields of dandilions and buttercups..... Laughing and giggling like once as a child I fear no more For its just me and myself..
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