On a bridge of whispers, where raindrops dance,
Stood a girl with an umbrella, in a vibrant stance.
Her fiery mane matched the umbrella's hue,
A captivating sight, against skies of blue.
The bridge beneath her feet whispered secrets untold,
As the girl with the red umbrella, her dreams unfold.
She painted the world with her vibrant flair,
Leaving traces of hope, love, and care.
In her solitary journey, she found solace and peace,
On the bridge, where her dreams found release.
A girl with a red umbrella, defying the gray,
Creating her own path, come what may.
As the rain subsided, she trekked on with pride,
A girl with a red umbrella, no longer to hide.
Her crimson canopy, a symbol of her might,
Guiding her through darkness, into the light.
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
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