Path
Drifting down a path
with budding flowers
of purple and red.
I dream of my perfect world.
A world of peace and harmony.
Walking down this quaint path
I wander off into the mist
hoping to be taken away
into my magical world.
with budding flowers
of purple and red.
I dream of my perfect world.
A world of peace and harmony.
Walking down this quaint path
I wander off into the mist
hoping to be taken away
into my magical world.
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