Beautiful Fields
I lay here sleeping with the smell of jasmines in the air. One brushes against me
lips and I enjoy every minute of this. The clouds dance about my head, peacefully
enchanting my mind. A black cat comes and lay's on my chest I awake to
knowing everything's just fine. I capture the smell of the ocean, I stand before it
with my white dress flowing flowing in the air. I think why be anywhere but here in
these wide, open, beautiful field?
Copyright © Tc George | Year Posted 2008
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