Daydream
Daydream
she's a vision in her white cotton dress,
in a field of yellow flowers,
i envy the wind,
for the way it plays in her hair,
touches her skin,
pulls her dress against her,
giving just a hint of what lies beneath,
a bouquet of flowers in her hand,
yellow, pink, blue, and white,
they seem brighter in her hand
more vital, vibrant,
she lifts her face to the sun,
and graces me with a smile,
a simple gesture of her hand,
compels me closer,
with arms around waists,,
she guides me into sunlight,
she's a vision in her white cotton dress,
in a field of yellow flowers,
i envy the wind,
for the way it plays in her hair,
touches her skin,
pulls her dress against her,
giving just a hint of what lies beneath,
a bouquet of flowers in her hand,
yellow, pink, blue, and white,
they seem brighter in her hand
more vital, vibrant,
she lifts her face to the sun,
and graces me with a smile,
a simple gesture of her hand,
compels me closer,
with arms around waists,,
she guides me into sunlight,
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