Blooms in the meadow


  • Fields
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  • Hope

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    i will write till the blooms die

    Blooms in the meadow

    Softer than the clouds
    after a misty rain in the field
    i walk amongst the grass
    my fingers wanting to reveal

    smell of life
    doubt in the my heart
    feelings of hope
    for this day i dont want to start

    the life beneath me
    earth and rain
    its existence short lived
    for all its beauty remains

    I see the future
    my beauty inside me
    will I be forever cherished
    will i be there to see

    The blooms of today
    with hopes and doubts of life
    gone tomorrow in the wind
    will make the fields to strive

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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