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Lovers Field
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My Everything A field before my feet.
The smell of wild flowers; my nose to steep.
Stems adorned with color, glimmering in the exhausted sun.
Waltzing amongst my fingertips; legs eager to run.
There's a shadow near the woods.
Quite a distance, from where I stood.
Gliding, like I sprouted graceful wings.
Twirling winds; in my ears do ring.
A pure familar fragrance, lingering in the air to find.
Something sweet on lips, I've somehow left behind.
The silence of the woods, hum in mysterious concern.
There you stood, a fire in me to burn.
Blossoming in daring flames.
Two souls, a mirror; the same.
