Never Found

March 10, 2010
Out among the lilies of the field,
At the pressure of my feet
The flowers are forced to yield.
The scent of spring is oh, so sweet,
As if it were of the fresh rain.
Gazing out, lost in thought,
Hearing whispers across the plain,
That I never found what I sought.

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