“The First Day”

  The days pass and the wind prances

  Light streams through the curtains

  But the blonde paces through, taking no glances

  She moves along the summer day, no matter what the future contains

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  As if she were made to glide, she takes no other stances

  The days are long and the breath of summer's day on her, leave no stains

  The breath of summer's day, it changes her

  A sweet-smelling breeze ruffles her hair, she's beauty in their eyes

  The brunette stares at golden strands that flow in the air

  Her smile makes it better, the view of the hills makes her realize

  To the other, the blonde is so precious, a treasure so fair

  Only the presence of her is what gets her to rise.