Gently
the little feet
leans on
the dry leaves,
that break
with a dry noise,
and her little hand
lift slightly
the white dress,
while
with the other hand
holds
the little flag
that quietly
whirls
in the air.
The delicate face
is framed
by her long dark hair
and her bright
halo on the head,
that makes her brown eyes
shine
like the earth
and the trunks of the forest.
Poem (C):Me
"The Flag"(C):Thomas Cooper Gotch
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