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7d
I have laid in the tall grass
and let the sweet smell of its lush
green blades,
fill my lungs and head,
until giddy,
and light headed.

I lay back and become enveloped
in and ecstasy of
heady tranquilly.

My fingers traced the stems
sensually
liken to a lovers fingers
over silken skin

Papus are freed and fill the air
drifting on the breeze
carrying my dreams and wished
to my love
Words on thinking of my wife, whilst laying in a field of grass
Michael McNaughton
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Michael McNaughton  59/M/Weston-super-Mare
(59/M/Weston-super-Mare)   
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