She flies with her own wings
The little feet creasing along surface
The little soul smiling across shine
The heart rendering smiles on muddy line
Falling the shoving swing, saying it's all mine
The little pushing creating it's way
The dragging soil creating sweet noise through it's bay
The screams, voices, dreams making its beaming ray
In exchange of sorrows and joys
On her orchids swing
she flies with her own wings
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