Bliss - Poem by Amy Marie
Bliss is the one on a swing
Who feels her years breeze by.
She creates the sound of a bell
And doesn't even try.
She tastes a sunrise inside of her
Which looks like stars that went
To bow down to her gracefully
And give off an autumn scent.
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