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Feb 2013
A field of flowers.
Hues stunning, natural.
The wind sings to them.
Mother nature's song.

Sway in that breeze.
Liberty in the sun.
Alone nevermore.
This field is home to everything.

Have you been there?
To that field of flowers?
To see the colors and
Hear the sirens in the wind?
Sydney Rianne Bouldin
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