Poetry In The Fields
The grass is growing,flowers so beautiful in every direction,
a squirrel running by,
birds singing their happy tunes,
exploring a dream,
the sun shines upon me,
walking on this field of beauty,
talking poetry out loud,
realizing what life means to me,
a smile on my face comes out,
a feeling of hope,
and a feeling of faith.
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2009-07-07 at 13:58
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