Poetry Sunday

Playground of the Mind

Down in the fields where dandelions play.

It's in that place I wish to lay.

In the dewy grass so green.

Endless horizon, a graceful scene.

The aromatic scent that seeps from the earth,

freshly seeded grass has given birth.

Inhaling the fragrance of blossoming flowers.

this quiet abode, I spend my hours.

Newly fallen rain graces my lips,

I do not run but thirst for sips.

I quench my desire and so I drink,

my feet clench the soil and thus they sink.

Droplets embellish my skin so pure,

rampantly placed I crave for more.

The sky has sought upon me to weep.

Cleansed at last I awaken from sleep.

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