Laying in the grass/
Subjugated to the good ol spring days/
the olfactory brings back those adolescent antics/
actually eidetic/
so much so the textile warms the thought/
unadulterated inhale chirp chirp from the north/
blades of grass
flows like waves/
As the wind blows away
wishing dandelions/
Bulbs on the trees blossom/
bees buzzing for pollen/
slumbered under oak
in a daze/
day dreaming
awoke from the haze/
To an ant hill under thy leg butterfly effect/
stood up carefully
as to not upset/
a wide open yawn
arms outstretched/
Under my breath
Saying spring days
Are the best/
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Laying in the grass/
Subjugated to the good ol spring days/
the olfactory brings back those adolescent antics/
actually eidetic/
so much so the textile warms the thought/
unadulterated inhale chirp chirp from the north/
blades of grass
flows like waves/
As the wind blows away
wishing dandelions/
Bulbs on the trees blossom/
bees buzzing for pollen/
slumbered under oak
in a daze/
day dreaming
awoke from the haze/
To an ant hill under thy leg butterfly effect/
stood up carefully
as to not upset/
a wide open yawn
arms outstretched/
Under my breath
Saying spring days
Are the best/
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