The lark
Wet with the dew
Rises in the morning
Reaching for the sky once again
Hopeful
Looking
To the sun that rises with her
Greeting her in her quest
By night she rests
Her wings
The lark
Wet with the dew
Rises in the morning
Reaching for the sky once again
Hopeful
Looking
To the sun that rises with her
Greeting her in her quest
By night she rests
Her wings
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How beautiful, Lorraine! 💛💛🤗🙏🏻
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Oh lorraine, this is gorgeous! I love it! ❤
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