Serene Meadow
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April 07, 2024
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Through the serene meadow, we tread,
With mindful motions and hearts full of dread,
It's daybreak; everything is quiet and at ease,
Serene and chilly, the air is devoid of any breeze.
Transfixed, the environment seems still,
Its volition alone causes the light to quill.
Oh, how I long for this to be true,
A white dove swoops into the sky blue.
A fluffy dandelion was in sight,
It anchors your way extremely tight.
Steadfast in their grip,
A delicate dance with nature's clip.
Oh, my friend, your mind dived wayward,
When in the air, they soar hayward.
Pictures that advert beyond hope,
White doves imply freedom and scope.
They provide a fresh start, a blank slate,
floating on delicate wings straight.
Oh, my dear friend, that story you share,
I can tell that it is utterly rare.
Here we are, in this rating place,
He coughed and sneezed in a bitter embrace.
A fresh cycle began, filled with grace,
A lack lingers and aches in my space.
Oh, how I hunger for your presence,
Shivering with fear, ready for incandescence.
Oh, the sooner we confess,
Furthermore, our indifference serves to impress.
Without hesitation, we can unite,
An euphoric antihistamine site.
However, hold on, you insane soul,
I have something superior to control.
At the moment, my heart is sound,
A gleam of optimism and a shining ray were found.
A pure and sparkling treasure was in public,
Do you wish to witness the magic?
The word "yes"—how quaint,
whispered slowly, without complaint.
A single syllable in length,
I implore you twice your strength.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2024
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