Dancing In A Field Of Flowers
More by EvieC
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In Poetry We Say....
In English we say,
“I don’t love you.”
In poetry we say,
You don’t love me the way I want to be loved,
Where you know me as well as I know you
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In English we say,
“I don’t love you.”
In poetry we say,
You don’t love me the way I want to be loved,
Where you know me as well as I know you
Comments
There's this thing that happens when you grow up, where you can no longer remember how to skip. The last time I went for it, there were maybe <10 seconds of knees thrown up and akimbo as I stomp-stomped my way along before I fully gave up. But this looks like a proper gleeful SKIP through the flowers, and it's making me nostalgic, and makes me want to try again!
I feel that same way Anna, while this may be a proper skip through some beautiful flowers, it was ever so long ago. This is a photo of me almost 3 years ago, I posted it here to remember that joyful time when I was carefree without a care in the world. No matter how much time passes this moment will always have a special place in my heart. So, I felt the need to share it with others. I'm happy it spoke to you the way that it did, and even if it's just for a moment- try, try to take a moment to enjoy the little things, heck, maybe even a field of flowers. ;)
"Dancing in a Field of Flowers" is this week's featured visual art on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section! Check it out, everyone! vtdigger.org/life-culture/
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