Swept
by a gust of cool wind
hair lashing
against your beaming face
Your cheeks -
A rosy pink
Soaring high
your hopeful spirits
Hair Fluttering
off your messy knot
Reaching the sky
your dreamy head
Your hand caressing
the playful breeze
Your peachy frock
jostling with the sweep
A flower here, a butterfly there,
ever so distracting
Keeping you busy
like your favorite bee
in the book of poetry.
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