She sits beneath the mimosa tree, her eyes focused on little pink flowers floating carelessly away on a drift of the wind
serene silence is broken by a mocking bird's caw;
The bright sun screams out at her, she feels the heat upon her cheek,
In a blink of an eye everything she thought her life would be
now has changed for the better
new beginnings, relationships
there's no time to ask why
a clock ticks to time speeding forward
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