The Sunshine



A few words by a silly girl who wants to be more than just friends.

Entangled in thoughts Wrapped up in dreams
Strolling through meadows collecting fantasy from the air
My soul fills with gladness and I feel your hand holding mine
I look at you and see your smile then you tell me a story
While I gather my fantasies and smile in the sunshine
I hear a dog, a loud, big dog bark and realize I am still in Paris. 
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