Living in those little clouds where
all's but just that little fairytale..
A non-existence box..
Of the little word perfection..
Like life's first day..
Ignorant and blind.
A step forward as the sun reflects..
That pretty little color..
Of little golden daisies..
A beautiful sight of little white flutters..
It's just your reflection of what's so golden..
A touch of red..a little red..for what's it worth..
So very much more..
The big bright sun..A tap into those rainy days..
for the nothings of tomorrow..As rainbow of little
yesterdays go through the winter wonderlands..
With reflections of gold onto those little streaks
of water..Those little birds..
With those beats of air..A magic of little rose petals..
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