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I dream of meadows.

Hands stretched out,

society's crucifixion.

Cheeks glowing,

the sun's smile lingers.

The wind's silken touch,

Gossamer's embrace.

Pebbles,

beckon on the

cliff below.

Toes at the ready,

curl in,

step out.

Gossamer takes

flight,

slipping fast.

Pebbles, wrong.

the sun scolds.

the meadow disappears.

The daffodil

plucked,

the grass unchanged.

a lone spot,

unearthed.

the pebbles embrace.

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Published: Jul 10, 2011
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