Perfect here this
little piece of paradise soft
sun catcher,
warm earth,
long grass,
hidden,
Alice
unbidden
sink beneath waves
of green
rolling,
flowering, alive quietly
warm above &
below.
What bones lie beneath here?
Where no one ever walked.
Ground warm
beneath dense
emerald foliage;
how am I here?
Where I don't belong after all
nothing makes sense
sink into sleep/
wake from slumber
to return here
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Author:
rebmasters (
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Comments1
Excellent as usual!
You are too kind! I'm sure you must have some mischievous reason of your own for such flattery, but I'll happily take it - thank you
No ulterior motive at all. Just appreciating good poetry
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