Pocket of roses

By , yuma, AZ
The earth on the floor still lay there
With the sweet scent of roses
my arms stretched on through
The flower with my prints
My heart still beating with contentment
I watched the grass flow like a bird in the sky
Flourishing it wings
Preparing to fly
The grass still green
On a summers day
Waiting to be watched through the eyes of a listener





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