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flowering meadows
 




warm days, walking alone, evening ending
soft hair brushed with the winnowing wind

fumes of poppies, next to twined flowers
playing in meadow for lingering hours

flowers more sweet then a rhyme
taste of brilliance, silence is mine

pass the meadows, find a stream
a vision so lovely, my eyes to see

colors profound, when meadows wake
another day, the beauty breaks
sleepy flowers, in different shapes

charmed sunrise, welcoming the day
deep colors in sunshine bathe

Written by Janet Ford

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By girlsisy

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