A perfect day

by Isla smithley   Oct 19, 2005


Perfection caught for a moment in a babies eyes.
Happiness and joy at a brothers glee.
Birds flitting through candy floss clouds.
the sound of a rainbow falling.
the glidding of clean gloves on to cold hands.
the sound of laughter.
the smell of freshly cut grass

a smile

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