A field of wildflowers
Gentle things, in a synchronized breeze
Swaying petals of yellow and white
Against folds of green and blue
The colors of tranquility
Open up for you.
The flowers bend where you walk
Reverent things that reverence mocks
Holy things of fragile china
Tinkling as chimes do when you pass.
The late evening sun winks
And the wind strokes your chin,
Funnels through your ears,
And the woes of the world are forgot.
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Poetry and Writes
PoésieThis is the sequel to "Poetry", spanning from August 2018 through April 2019. cover made by me on canva.com All rights reserved. Do not copy any part of t...
