Dreaming

April 11, 2008
By
soft, wet grass pushing against my back
wispy strokes of white
and gray

above me seeing
hearts, elephants, and lemon drops
made of natural paint

the sky is its canvas
the sun rays across my face
all remembered loves forgotten

my hardships seep into the garden earth
I give away my hopes and dreams
I watch them in the clouds above





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