A girl in the wind, that girl aloft,
Had she came, or cometh not,
On her dies hard, my heart fast,
My tongue ripples, this luscious talk,
A sharp breeze, a gentle wind,
He voice harp, like harmonic strings,
Her hair messy, arranged perfectly,
Resting on her shoulder, frowned she,
The ripple feel, of the leaves,
that's how, her touch be,
A thousand words, and one me,
Together we wonder, the worthy
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The ripple feel! ! ! With the muse of love and dreams. Thanks for sharing.
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