They call her ...
But what’s in a name?
She’s a reason to smile
When drenched through with rain.
No call for frowns or carnival clowns
Her voice inspires every smile in town.
We walk amongs't forests till the dawn becomes real.
Sun Rising over lakes and lush grassy fields
Till we close our eyes and allow ourselves sleep.
Hoping through slumber to dream something as sweet.
Edward Ramsden
Please don't judge this. I know it sounds like a 4 year old but sometimes that the way I feel inside.
Sometimes that's who I am inside.
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