Bean bag chairs

Bean bag chairs,
By the lagoon.
I see sea, and
The little girl.
I find out
she belongs to you.
She looks at my hair
And asks me to braid
Hers too,
we become friends.
Sun down,
You put her to bed.
There’s smoke, and
the Bean bag chairs
That night,
The tides out
I only see sky.

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