just a sprig of happiness
The sunshine lights everything.
The grass,
The pink toenails,
Particles of dust in the air,
The atmosphere is light, warm.
Her feet leave the ground twirling over her head and finding the soft grass again,
She trods and enjoys the pure sensation of soft plush moist grass comforting her feet.
Her golden head is illuminated, her golden memories are illuminated,
She is fresh, she is peaceful,
She is.
(written aaaages ago)
1 Comments:
henry is COOL!
heehee
nice poem thingo laura!!! i like!!
woo!
I LOVE HOLIDAYS!
love amo
12:05 pm, June 22, 2006
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