walk with me through the meadow,
where the sun rises and the golden sky calls.
let the breeze sing to you
for it hums your name.
meet me where the plane of twilight waits,
where the air is thin
and the stars hide moments away.
join me near the streams,
as they rush with snowmelt.
wander through fields of lavender
and smile beneath the setting moon,
for the winter is over.
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wildflowers
Poetry"wander through fields of lavender and smile beneath the setting moon, for the winter is over." a collection of original poems inspired by springtime, the stars, and laughter.
