Golden reeds sway in the summer breeze,
sometimes moving as one, sometimes leaping offbeat—
not silent, but full of voice— shouting, singing,
bright little melodies alive with motion.
They brush past and gently kiss these cheeks,
soft as morning light.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Very nice Cryptic I have been in that field and it was nice. A lovely write.
Thanks Soren... that field has hosted us all at one time or another. Most glad🕊️🙏🏻
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