Alice in wonderland.
Alice was lay down
Plucking yellow buttercups.
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Abstract poetry is what I specialise in Emily bronte made similar)
Summer.
Summer.
T 'was on a sunlit day
In the month of may.
Among noontide's
Shadow's of love.
It felt so serene
And looked like a dream.
As blossom's now
Play with the dove's
In such shimmering heat
Cloud's hide in defeat.
As blue skies
Open wide up above.
Loves enchantment displays
Her musical way's
In the dance's we
All know and do love.
Emotion's now smile
On loves own child.
And caress in
The beauty of.
In pasture's so green
We walk in a dream.
And our heart's
Now fly as the dove's.