Meadow
come, hear bird's song,
feel breath of wind,
through my long grass
please run your fingers,
on leaves and petals
do feast your eyes,
you know where I am
come and do not linger
Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2015
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