There, in a small mountain creek
became a wanderer against.
There, the sun gently
nurture a growing child.
Then I was as light as a
cotton candy, I felt the winter subsided
already. Now lazily caresses
us to turn the balmy breeze
as well as the sun.
How does it feel not mind it
light weight, the darkness must give way?
Soon, very soon here in June
up with wings to fly, or
life on horseback rides.
Then here we have a celebration,
baked cake on top of it
light fluffy cream is added.
Boil a cup of coffee, then
lightly laughed.
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