I washed my hair
in the fresh spring air, this morning.
I took a dip
in the light, sweet-water breeze.
I was an Ondine
who reveled in wind-water valleys.
I laughed
and the rains of new-ness laughed with me.
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I washed my hair
in the fresh spring air, this morning.
I took a dip
in the light, sweet-water breeze.
I was an Ondine
who reveled in wind-water valleys.
I laughed
and the rains of new-ness laughed with me.