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This girl
Bright-eyed and free
Counting clouds
Under the sycamore tree
Blades of grass
Between her toes
Jasmine flowers
Brought to her nose
A petal here
A petal there
All the while
I do declare
Intently staring
at the sky
Softly smiling
Tear in her eye
Rising up
to her feet
The setting sun
Signals retreat
The moonlit glow
Guides her home
This bright-eyed girl
With worlds to roam