Once upon a time, there is a little innocent lady who sat old shady swing with the heavenly flow, she admire the music played by the nearest wind, seeking things around her own rainbow-like eye, wavy water waves occurring through sweet flower heart, and soul, only one man's poetic spirit standing right centered of her closely, smiling so bright and delight, when she jumped and fly amongst his arms and hands able to catch, he stares those indulged lips, the man who wanted something more than anything in mind, he said, he spoke to her very soft and whispered the ear of hers, marry me, admitted to wooed her a lot of compassion, the lady in the lake immersed these tears, she said to him from the beauty of it, I actually do
Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-5-22
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