She blew a kiss that sparkled
With a trail of glitter
Like faerie dust in a children’s book
With all the colours of her dreams
With a swish of her skirt
She turned and ran
Bare feet lighting upon
Soft green earth
Dandelion fuzz clung to her hair
A delicate mantle
Dancing in the gentle breeze
Of the golden afternoon
With her eyes closed
She smiled into the warmth of the sun
And the promise of dreams
About to come true
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