Friday, May 1, 2009

In The Fields

in the fields

free and carefree on bare feet

bending blades to nod and stare

blosoms peep, shy, discrete

hiding clover here and there...

in the fields

golden dreams on eyelids hot

lazy flutter of butterflies

whispering winds easily caught

bending branches with their sighs...

in the fields

gathering blossoms of fragrant hues

under racing cloudy fleece

once intent on childish views

now just making memories...

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