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Sweet Princess; Lime and cream, Dreams in fortune; Light and clean. See petals dance, Sway and frolic, Swirl in vines of green, And the water trickling from a stream. Now, birds fly, Dive in time: Music swings As they sing High notes, On low branches; Berries ripe and roses pink. Think the time: Right and bright, Fresh grass With the dew In blue crystals; Twinkle and sparkle. Flutter here, Butterfly : “mon papillon,” Destiny awaits, In four leaves; Clover and Buttercup: Chorus in the meadow, New and mellow; Spring has begun. Photo by henry perks on Unsplash Originally written January 2011, age 16
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AuthorSamantha is a doctoral researcher researching the power of figurative language in advertising, social media, and mobile technology. Copyright © 2022
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