Her long brown hair swishes in the wind.
Sprinkled tear drops with bitter smiles.
Opened sky through hurt words.
Tangled tears as she dances,
With angels.
Spinning and spinning her hair wishes,
Though the wind.
She run’s like a child with adult beauty.
Rain pours down into the long brown hair.
Makes her red ruby cheeks sparkle.
Spin and spinning running away fears.
Falls to the ground
With gentle child like giggles.
Everything blends and moves.
Warping dreams and fears.
She is a child once with the rain.
She laughs

 
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