IN THE MEADOWS

IN THE MEADOWS
As you
wander
through
the
meadows.

Sometimes
I see
you
there.

Strolling
up a
shady
lane.

Gentle
breezes
in your
hair.

Then
sometimes
in the
meadows.

Running
to and
fro.

Gathering
beautiful
flowers,

Laughing
as you
go.

I asked
you
in the
meadows.

Stay
and
we will
find.

Roses
in the
meadows.

In the
meadows
of my
mind.

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