4 broke girls in

4 girls taking it to the valley
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amongst the midsummers breeze,...
between the forest for the trees - leafs retreat unseen cleaned
for a girl spun on substance frees
she speaks of peace and forbidden cities of dreams
her golden rope of truth teached whats breathe believed
flung through wars and cities grandeur/glamour
fathomed within each utter her lips tremble terrible stammers
yet so composed when exposed alone on the field of each - ....
the earth to beach stranded but landed with life of all meets
the eyes of the sea
the bees turned butterflies preach by the trees

she is a hero..
a girl a hope
a girl with a golden rope
a girl possibly unknown but none of it shows

she sits on the trains dusts villians of with style
she dance green mile for emerald eyes are in style
sky blue tints where she lies as an outline for her iris like fire
a starlit lantern casting a chant or mantra for the choirs

from nazi to cat
kittens and slacks
the watch and or natural compass flutters in assumption of others numbered facts
original in order her direction pure
if only she didnt have a crush on the furor

I loved this candy man… it’d make a good song

thanks wee one xoxo i love your tats