It all swirls in
an endless color
tornado; that
sweeps across
the inner ocular
of the Soul.
It calls to me,
the sweet voice
of daydreaming
elves and fairies;
that drift and
sway on a
warm summer
breeze, hot
and humid.
And so my
tale of nonsense
comes to an end,
but remember
who sang of
happiness
long, long
after your when.
It's A Girl Thing! ♥
A Family, A Home.
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