I've seen a meadow
Laden in flowers
As far as the eye can see
Where these lanky flowers
Are taller than I
I visit the meadow often
To walk among
Thousands of flowers.
As I wish a breeze to stop by
To spread their
Glorious odor about
If I could visit the meadow
I would every day without fail
For I would feel in the moment
Is peace and tranquility
For to die among these flowers
Would be a wish I'd make.
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LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
