
I want to walk through a meadow of flowers,
breathing in the sweet taunting fragrance.
I want to let my hair down to fly free
as the warm breeze tickles my hot skin.
I want to lie down on the soft yellow pillows,
my face to the sun looking down from above.
I want to be lost in the sea of flowers,
Where no one will ever find me again.







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Your fantastic images always match your poetry so well. The double beauty to be admired.
Ron