Summer's song
February 14, 2019
Her voices voice was soft, like the colors of the wind
Her eye's were a cascade of colors : soft pinks, fire oranges ,and pale yellows.
Everthing about her was pure, and sweet when it came to her.
But I can't have her.
she sings only for the heavens now,her blonde water fall curls make me cry
I miss her summmer song so very much.
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