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THIN BLUE LAKE
Taking a breath of thee makes me happy watching as she plays in a filed of flower the air she breaths, her smiles of sweetness and honey the dress she wore thin like silver; like silk that rest on her gentle body a red scarf made from silk wrapped around her neck that extended to both of her arms running through her fingers as she swings from left to right almost like the wind carrying her across the filed of flowers angles watch as she moves birds sang as she open her mouth smiling with happiness she sat at a still lake an watch palm fly sat on the water creating ripples in the lake fishes dancing under the thin blue lake almost every sound in the lake could be herd every movement an every song that the birds sing could travel across the still blue lake the white clouds the blue sky an the sun reflects the beauty that is locked in her heart she sat in wonders looking at her reflection in the still blue lake not all the power all the words could express what though wonders felling is making her heart beat what dreams could be hidden behind her joyful smile her marbled eyes, her tinted lips, her heart that is wrapped around with all the wonders of her body Her long blue dress drags along the tip of the lake as she walks around the thin blue lake she starts to dance expressing her joy swinging her hands moving her feet around an around up an down left to right, forward an back words in joy an only joy could be expressed while the angles watch from above in the heavens wonder with there wings swinging with grace and light guiding the direction of her gentle feet her heart over filled with emotion an joy every movement of her body express a different feeling every twist in her hair her finger her smile the song she sang her eyes movement not even the words from the angle mouth could come close to her heart an beauty
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