the wind blows glorious on
the gently earth
beautiful beautiful girl from the south
how can you explain
the bountiful hand of a fate?
she could speak out loud and sing
be whatever she wanted to be
for her figure was clean
although the cheap nature
she could do it all.
swimming in pink champagne
glowing on rooftops and walls
others may find signs in trees and
trunks in debris
but, to her, it was all bright
and starred
that's 'cause the whole
environment is a mirror
and we only see reflected everywhere,
what we really are.
and she was a star. undoubtedly.
without drastic efforts
she was one.
in all senses of the word
glorious, magnificent, dying-for,
brightful.
an eyeful of bliss
a heartful of coloursa lifeful of sunshine.
sunflower just like the color of her hair.
honeydew just like the color of her eyes.
Anyway the wind blows.
Anyway it blows on you.
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