She inhaled the scent
Of the fresh morning air
Washing over her
In ripples of delicate fragrance
Happiness alighted her dark eyes
Filling them with a dreamy, curious gaze
As she twirled around
Amidst the flowers
Swaying in the gentle breeze
The petals of pink, and yellow, orange and red
Surrounded her in a circle of colors
Brushing their tips along her sides
And she ran giggling
Through the glimmering green grass
Her bare-feet glistening with tiny drops of dew
She swooped down
Her slender fingers bunching the flowers
Into a large bouquet
A bouquet of happiness
She raised them to her nose
And sighed in content
The sleepy, floral aroma
Filling her nostrils
She threw her head back
Her long hair flowing behind her
Skipping around
The big, green field
Her feet moving
Her feet moving to a beat
A beat no one could hear
No one but her
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The Girl
PoetryShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
