The virescent look of the grassy field being seen through sky filled eyes,
The butterfly's attraction towards the flowers blooming all around you.
The bright golden sun beating down on your beautiful black hair, the sky, perfect in every way.
You breathe in smelling all the sorts, lavender, rose, lilacs, cosmos, hydrangeas, sunflowers and honeysuckles, orchids and amaryllises, the scent and coolness of the great cedar tree.
You've started to pick a bouquet of flowers, but you notice a clouded sulpher on a small dahlia, it moves to your right hand and you're careful not to touch it.
You walk throughout the field looking at nothing and yet everything, you lie on a blanket in the middle of the great big field, and the soft wind blowing on your face sends you into a drifting slumber.
Hiya! So this one doesn't have a title either so if you wanna come up with one that'd be helpful! Thank you!
- owen
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poetry by Owen!
PoetryLiterally just poetry! New and old, written by me! Plenty don't have titles so if you wanna comment one that'd be super helpful thanks <3
