I'm trying to pay attention
as miles scatter
across scenery.
Wheat toppling over softly,
one after another
each glorified tree
stands caressing uneven-
among quiet farms
tucked away almost sleeping.
Yet nothing can
dazzle as others do,
even with this beautiful
preening all around.
Sadness comes in spurts
as distance spreads
over crested valleys.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
I'm trying to pay attention
as miles scatter
across scenery.
Wheat toppling over softly,
one after another
each glorified tree
stands caressing uneven-
among quiet farms
tucked away almost sleeping.
Yet nothing can
dazzle as others do,
even with this beautiful
preening all around.
Sadness comes in spurts
as distance spreads
over crested valleys.
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