the sun so bright,
the small river flowing
the flowers flow with the wind,
beautiful flowers of every color.
I look to my right and i see the most beautiful thing.
I see a flower with life looking at me.
Then i see this tree,
it's so beautiful.
This meadow is like the light of hope.
Like the song i know.
I see a person sitting down,
holding a book in her hand.
She was so pretty,
the flower would be jealous of her.
Her hand was very graceful and she was heading to her cottage.
I went with her and she was cooking a pot of soup.
She said "Sit down" in spanish.
she held my hand and i remember who she was.
She was a flower from the meadow and i called her
Abuela.
-Kitty Angel ~nyaa~
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=D life's song
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