the harp plays in the meadow
as the swans dance in the pond
and the flower petals sing
as her feet float across the grass
her arms move gracefully above her
as she jumps in the air,
her white dress
flowing in the wind
white feathers
graze her skin
like a magical day dream
that i never want to wake up from
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
