Lady In The Northern Park

On a cleaver and sunny day like this, she found the spot to sit the incredible little bench, it was made from Paris, France. somewhere in afternoon, she put the lovely legs up kindly, her backpack was on the side, she admitted to grabbing fewer others like greenish notebook, with the royal blue inkiest pen to write many graceful stories, she adores to grab herself a Mountain Dew to drink and  think wisely of her own ways, she close and shut her eyes, and feel the good and refreshing Minnesota wind came to her luxurious spirit soothingly, even her soul too, when the lady to open her eyes gently and soft, she started to write, the title was, Lady In The Northern Park, she felt happier than, she melts her heart over and over, she smirks her smiles on earth, her love her passion was growing romantically till this day forward

Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-10-18