She
Dreams of a bouquet,
Made from a thousand summers.
Reflects upon a mirror,
And smiles upon children's marbles.
She
Breaks the glassy barrier,
And kisses the sun.
X outs the deadlines,
And writes joys upon them.
She
Captures a dragonfly,
To love even the wind.
Listens to the beach reeds sing,
And drinks cerulean peace.
She
Breathes joy in the air
Of a thousand more summers to come.
Tastes the love's delight,
And counts her godsends.
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