| once more to lie amid a haze, a deep yellow-green field of dandelions. their pungent order so bitter sweet fills the long liquid days of summer. as she, suspended... in one brilliant moment of sunlight... slowly, bends to pick this heady brew the last feast of seasons end |
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I can remember those yellow and green fields, Melanie. I can see that you like meadows and fields, and the seasons with flowers.
Do you remember catching them in bloom? Then we would blow those seeds to the winds.
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Powerful stuff. Was a pleasure to read.
..i like the pleasure those words bring to me... very natural.(:
Good day.
~Kelvin
suspended in one brilliant moment of sunlight...
love the line, well done.
Very nice!
This is so beautiful I used to pick this all the time as a child, now my daughter does
Very powerful imagery here, very enjoyable. Brings back many fond memories of when I was not so reclusive.
The Lonely Recluse.
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