Through Fields…
Hear the wind whisper through fields, beneath carrot coloured skies Sun setting, carrying daydreams To a future world Where mermaids swim in blue lagoons Sorrow cannot enter No need to hide any shortcomings All are welcome You can fly over hilltops, through clouds The weather will never freeze No need for privacy, no one talks behind your back Escape, yes, to the best place outside our world My life here, no longer represents a plant Limp, from lack of watering Here, I will blossom…
© AnitaDawes 2021
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