Saturday, March 7, 2015

The Meadow Maiden...

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Her hair grew long,
Her eyes grew bright,
and her smile, from time to time,
danced like a flame in the night.
It was she who sang with songbirds
and tucked the flowers into bed.
I met her on a sunny day
and listened to each word she said.


Simply,
Sarah