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Her beauty is a flowershyly peeking its head above ground,but bursting with color.Hers is thegentle touch of the spring breeze,the placid clarity of
The Perfect Kind Of Girl
The thing about summer Is the sky that turns so blue That even the purest Most iridescent gem Cannot match the depth of color And the thing about summer Is the sound of leaves
Th light of day gives to dark of night, How can one overlook this tribune? For even apathy has insight,
Sun, he rose in the morn. This day the first he was born. He whom created all, could be our fall.
The snow is like pavement; specks glistening in the sun.
I want to defy gravity I want to touch the sky I want to float through the air I want to be visible to human eye