On top of the world,
she sat like a queen.
Basking in the warmth,
and a heart full of green.
The hawks they soared,
through the cobalt sky.
Gliding with great ease,
she wished she could fly.
The breeze tickled her ankles,
while Present longed for attention.
grazing her mind.
Enticing with indention.
Hazel with flecks of blue
only saw what she could touch.
Ignoring all the details,
it wasn't really much.
All she saw was the surface,
like a decaying fixture.
Can you prove it truly happened,
if you didn't post the picture?
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