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- Poetry Inspired Abstract Prints -

She is summertime

Bare feet in the grass

And the wind in her hair

Blowing dandelions, watching them float and disappear

Boundless energy and imagination, without a single care

She was born in July

With fire in her eyes

Sand between her toes

Dancing in the sunshine.

Running through creeks and making mud pies

Watching fireflies light up the night skies

Staying up late and sleeping in

Talking and laughing endlessly with her friends

Building layers of memories forever etched in her mind

She is forever sweet summertime