Sunday
Sunny day
Sky-lark sings in the grass.
Little girl gathers flowers in the field.
In a mine-field-she picks them.
Every step a grace.
Forgiven each whimsical turn.
Innocense pleads.
Just the simple steps to home.
Out of the maze of chance.
A bouquet for the table.
And a hug for mother.
It's a beautiful day...
But the earth rumbles.
Golden pedals rain silently to the ground.
The fragrance of flowers and
A red mist hangs in the air...
And the sun shines on.
Grasshopper..."Boing"
Skylark resumes his song...
All is well in the field...
A butterfly lites
On a shred of lace.
Bron
Birth sign: Aries
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