August Fields.

We emerge from some broken down

Worn out cottage in the middle

Of nowhere and we're walking

Across a field, shielding

Our eyes from the bold sun.

When we breathe, it is distinct

And the scent of beer and wine

And all of those other bottles

We found are taking over.



Your hand finds mine

And we awkwardly step

Into the feeling that

The both of us have been

Searching for.

We smile and our hearts

Convince us that everything

Is going to be okay.

Yeah, everything will be okay.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

let me say again and again the same words from the core of my heart that..love the logics expressed in this poem with a good idea.. I went through few of your poems and loved them too..you are good poetess and hope you never stop writing and add more poems.. this poem is good and love it..hope you like my poems too.. and let me know if they also touch your heart.. I am basically a peace wisher poet with 6 books published... I am a peace dreamer, love-based peace promoter... hope you be with me... let me share here one of my own famous say with you... ( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with..afzal shauq