Bought a sketchpad
Then i draw sleeping cats
Paint the colors of spring

Dance with the winds
And listen to the rustle of leaves
As i sing

Melody resonates
Against the soft gleam of sunlight
Cheerfully butterflies take their flight

Glanced at my watch
Suddenly the time stops
I closed my eyes

It is in the hum of bees
the way the grass sways
In the cold breeze

That i remember those memories,
laughters and giggles
Of a little girl in her dress

Picking daisies
and dandelions
Then catches fireflies in the lush

It was vivid
A dream like image
where the edges almost fade

Perfect moments
Brought to life
In each stroke of a brush







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