Skylark

“He could see afar the glassy river flowing down the mountain slopes, a rabbit hopping trying to find its way home and the crystal clear dew drops on the leaflets purer than the skylark’s anthem. The wind gently blew on Johnny’s face parting his brown hair revealing those pearly eyes which reflected his innocent soul – full of life!”

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