Lazy Summers
A dandelion puffs by in the lazy
Breeze swims and floats in the long, tall
Grass tickles my bare feet and I can't help the
Giggles disappear around the big meadow
In this moment, I feel alive and aware and
Free to fly wherever I
Please, can I stay here
Forever.
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