Her curly hair flows in the breeze.
Wearing a flowy pastel pink dress, running through a field. The scratchy grass below her feet, Hoping to get home before it starts to rain. All she can hear is the swoosh of the wind, And the chirps of birds. As she is running, she comes to a sudden stop. She sees a rainbow in the sky, Looking glossy and vibrant. She took out her phone and snapped a picture. Her camera clicked and as she was looking at the picture, It started to rain. The rain came pouring down, And she never came home.
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