Poem 2: Meadow

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The Meadow

She twirled,

She laughed.

She spun,

She smiled.

In a green meadow,

Full of brightly colored flowers.

Lying down,

Feeling the gentle breeze of summer.

Staring at the brilliant blue sky,

Littered with white fluffy clouds;

A flower crown in her hair.


How did her life,

Suddenly become-

her heaven?

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