I glide on a snow white christmas paper orb,
I glisten on a natural fragrance of sizzle,
Rears go forever now calms on a soothy voice of green pasture,
Clear clouds and skies,
A song melody lyrical bold yet to come,
On the stars that handy i posses,
In blue colors and purple,
A squirel in leisure moves
Clop clop clop....
A sensous glow of numbers,
Countless of natures abaundance,
For the sea proves an intricate freshness of gulls.
Waters ebb with grewel,
Dazzle with sun set on.
A horizon smiles at me,
With daffodils on media.
Prospect humors the hand that writes,
Not jesty, lasty by chocolate colour.
Nails trimmed, ever tidy on a clear rainy season.
A sparrow passes past, so swift fly.
I ever know natures romantic
Till talks my heart fill.
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