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Meadows
0 ReviewsWhat happens when you walk past a field of meadows? Please R/R!
This is my working poem for class! Tell me what you think! =)
Meadows
Walking down,
in a quit meadow,
surrounded by only sounds of nature,
The silent sound moves my soul.
Letting the Day Surround me,
only to discover,
Something missing,
in my own life.
I found myself,
in a quiet place,
only a place where I can only find my true grassy self.
The meadows fill with my own love,
Only being in my own little civilization, my own world,
The philosophy of love,
fills my own heart to become merry,
and there I found my true green self.
And never before,
my life begun feeling
as the smooth as the winds go by,
in a meadow!
Meadows
Walking down,
in a quit meadow,
surrounded by only sounds of nature,
The silent sound moves my soul.
Letting the Day Surround me,
only to discover,
Something missing,
in my own life.
I found myself,
in a quiet place,
only a place where I can only find my true grassy self.
The meadows fill with my own love,
Only being in my own little civilization, my own world,
The philosophy of love,
fills my own heart to become merry,
and there I found my true green self.
And never before,
my life begun feeling
as the smooth as the winds go by,
in a meadow!
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