Eden of Fantasy
Out in the plains
flowers bloom dreams
trees rise to the top
the sun radiates golden glory
grass blades whisper,
"Never stop, you must go forth."
as everyone of them glow neon green
signaling
that red is an illusion
breathe in inspiration
breathe out ambition
now take that gold
and wear it with pride
Copyright © Vermillion Scythe | Year Posted 2017
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