dream

I am just like anyone should be,
I like to laugh to run around playing
I run behind butterflies
,honey bee
just to see,them flying.

I love listen to your story,
the real things from your life,
they seem dreams to me.
Floating softly in front of my eyes.
A picture behind the mirror,
just like a piece of my dream,
she was always,there
only I failed to see.
As independent she could be,
she paints her own color,
same spirit she shows,
while love and care..

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