Lovett4166

The Fields

On the day of our lively birth
we do not remember
but in this land
a gathering of stranger friends
in the fields
we'll undergo.

Take your seat on the bus
eager passenger;
brothers and sisters
of intimacy, surrender.

Swimming in the waves of music
our liberated bodies danced around the fire
holding hands in
the world; we lived in it rather than on it.

  • Author: Lovett4166 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2017 00:23
  • Category: Nature
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Comments1

  • Tony36

    Great write



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