In the Meadow
Light lit the meadow where she lie
filtering through her yellow hair
I saw her face
in the smile of the winding creek
dancing with water's rush
her eyes opened and she stared back
a pristine premise agape
allowing no feeling to escape
I reached for her hand but she was gone
the wind had taken her place
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