| Tenderly my foot brushes the clovers Blanketing the meadow's floor The wind blows and embraces me At times so loud it blocks the world out Allowing my spirit to soar Raise my arms to the sky and spin and spin and spin Till I fall to the ground And turn my head slowly to look At the single tallest clover that brushes against my cheek With its soft yet jagged edges Feeling as if the ground is opening to me Embracing me and welcoming me into its arms Yet even in this simple paradise I feel a twinge of something darker The feeling is one I can't identify But it brings torment to my otherwise still ming But I realise it is my own breathe My heart beating against my chest Life is never completely one way or the other But instead a mix of both Which makes one try to influence for one or the other As I reach to embrace the goodness of being And yearn to touch others Which makes me write things like this And wonder if anyone stops to hear my words RLA- Home |
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