The girl

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The girl approaches,
Footsteps like the falling snow,
Hair like the warm honey
Under the sunny glow.

Hands full of flowers
Or, are they tiny buds of hope?
Lips the color of first love,
She's going down the slope.

And life's full of sand dunes
Some treacherous, some sound
And love's walking on tightrope
A slip and she's lying on the ground.

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Hello everyone! I hope you'll are enjoying the weekend. If you find time, do read this poem and don't forget to tell me what you think about it. Excited to get your comments!!
Love,
Elena.


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