My Flower

A Sunny day is a sweet and tender, dancing and twirling in clockwise, her dress made of yellow dandelion, she called her flower, brightened up her own kind warmhearted rosy cheeks, the hair shines brownish color, the woman who let her favorite umbrella openly in fashion, able to blew many kisses crossing by heavenized, admitted to countryside walk through the midtown, she admires to talk her modernized voice, meanwhile, she brightened her warmest smiles completed, southern laughs and giggles to make sounds of, sitting down on a softened bench, billion of dandelion flower grow bigger and taller, carried her classical fairy tale book to read, she was really pleased to see extreme Rainbows attached the skyline, she never breaks an Eastwick tear, she excited for that beforehand, she found love over and over 

Written by

Michael James Brindley 

10-19-20