She wants nothing more than to,
look up to sunny blue sky wide as her eyes,
watch the character of clouds sailing past fast,
feel suns warmth on her cool paling skin,
smile a smile sweetly from her soul within,
welcome night when day comes to an end,
look up toward yellowy moon with it's silly grin,
feel the tender warmth of fairy fabled lies,
skip her hearts stone in a rhythmic beat of a time,
dream at night in a blanket of twinkling starry skies,
be at peace with her little world as it may unfold,
be of a lovely fictional storied world.
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