Once was a red cherry tree land, would've been bright and colorific expertise on a simple open field range of sunlight paths were open, the alternative gate to gate actually seen before, tropicalized Rainbows attached near in the legend and secretive tree, somewhere very special spot, warm and fuzzy, lower-class benches able to take a seat, the character is alive and survive, showing true magic in thin chronicle and ironical air, all the flowers and plants come back to life, sweeter sunshine way up high and sigh filled with happiness and gladly moments ever, the fountain of youth become waterfalls, suddenly crash and dash alongside the echoing sound really soft and delight
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-14-21
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