In A Meadow

In a meadow
Where the wind can run free through my hair,
Where the air is fresher and sweeter than after a storm,
Where my dress flows carefully through tall pale grass.
In a meadow
Where I am free to sprint forever and my legs never tire,
Where my voice empowers the wind to blow harder,
Where I love everything around me,
All it is, is just me, my dress, the field and the sky.
In a meadow
With tall wild grass, I live forever in this endless bliss.
 

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    bloom

    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet. 
  • Poetry

    By Anonymous

    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
    the ocean swells into giant pool along the rock cliffs of life,