She was upper-middle class
Fairy-twisted, flower-crazed.
All of living creatures were her friends.
Shiny blonde as morning ray
Never-ending holiday
And I know my heart can’t drive her hence
Tropic-ocean colored eyes
Angel’s voice from paradise
Kind of born to be the someone’s dream
Yet another bangling bard,
I incline to come apart,
Gimpy verses are not what they seem.
Sweet memories
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