Painted Bunting

She is sitting

in a gorgeous

field of wildflowers.

Her hair falls

gently on her

shoulders. Her beauty

comes from within,

and she glows from

the inside, out.

Whoosh.

The wind brushes

Across the flora,

ruffling her dress.

She is free

like a painted bunting.

The colors of the

become her soul.

She shines brightly

like stars in the

sky. She is

beautiful.

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