On To The Crimson Red Flower... - Poem by Nakshatra Riya
A girl of 5
With her bubbly pet
In the month of may
Into the deep woods
Were the sun shows its brightness
Walks on the crimson red flower showered down
Hears to the mellisonant of birds
Enjoys the warmth of the breeze
Feels to be an angel....
Thats all what her world is!
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