WEE LASSIE
Plaid dirndl skirt
Pulled high above her stockings
Petticoat
Swishing against softest skin
She runneth o'er
Purple carpeted moor
Where quietness rages content
And birds soar through cloudless sky
Her happiness echoes
By enchanted joy
Fragrant aroma
Seeps from flowerheads
She skips
Washes her fingers in rippled stream
New life encases her
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