Evanescent

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As the cool wind blow
Through a girl's creased brow
Watching the rivers flow
They witnessed her grow.

A sweet candy they say
Life took a distinct way
Laughter faded each day
Till it float down the bay.

Cruel is an understatement
How such a precious scent
All alone in that moment
A rainbow, evanescent.

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