A girl walks trough the fields of flowers,
Her hair a golden halo in sun.
She stops to smell a rose and lingers,
As if the world has just begun.
The petals soft beneath her fingers,
The scent of bloom a sweet perfume.
She feels the breeze upon her face.
And knows that she not alone.
For in flowers' bright array,
She finds a peace that's all her own.
And though the world may be chaotic,
Here in this field, she's found her home.
So let her wander though the flowers,
And dance among the petals bright.
For in this world of chaos and madness,
She's found a place of pure delight
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<3 - A.J
