Little Girl Dreams

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The sweet smell of salt wafted by
and lingered with the sound
of crashing waves.

I sat at the short white table,
draped with a red, velvet tablecloth.

I sipped my cold glass of champagne
as my boyfriend pulled out
of his pocket a little, unknown box.

Being careful not to destroy
It’s perfection,
I unwrapped the box slowly,
wishing… hoping…
and suddenly,
my soul brightened.

“Will you marry me?”
he said while grabbing my hand.
My dreary summer,
now made marvelous.





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