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The Queen

As a child, I rested bare feet
in shimmery cool waters  
of a creek, nestled deep between
rows of ancient trees and prickly brush.  
 
The heavenly scent of wild mint  
arose from the murky banks
and wildflowers were carefully
chosen to adorn my hair.  
I was the Queen of something  
or other, and the fish my courtiers.  
 
At night, under a bright moon
I would wade out to the bottom
of the small waterfall and bathe.  
There is something magical  
about listening to the babbling
of water over rock, nestled  
in the still of the night.  
 
These days and nights were  
the best of my memories.  
Nothing else compares.
Eerie
Written by Eerie
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