Falling Flowers

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I saw her in a flowing dress,

her eyes aflame,

and her hair a tangled mess,

She caressed the grass with such love,

it made me shudder,

she was a girl who I could never push, hit or shove,

for the girl was so beautiful,

I froze,

She look straight at me, 

Those fabulous eyes making me doze,

she had old magic,

the magic of life,

she took it in her stride,

not with fear

or strife.

The End

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