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dew


I let the ocean of warm dew drops swallow me

The sun shone down on me

Seeming to dangle of my head

Taunting me to try to be as bright

I let myself tumble down the hill

My face nestled in the grass

Oh sweet sunflowers how do you forget

My, my, look at the time

Millions of year passed by lazily

Why should I leave this place though

Just to return to the deep deep snow

Let anyone would care

Let alone know

No, no, not today

Not on this fine sunny day

Alone

By myself

Maybe... maybe

I'll take a walk

See where my feet talk me

Stumble stumble down the hill

Aimlessly through the feilds

The dry, dry sienna feilds

My, my

Look, look

 The snow all sunk to the ground

Oh how marvelous the trees are

What a wonder

I let the forest absorb me

What a wonder

My, my

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I love to read and write. I love playing, listening, and composing music. I am a young teen.

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