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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