Moving Fields

Petite pen: Yard Sale of Thoughts

I wanted you to move with me

Roam to touch the ground and sky

Caress my wind

Flow when I flow

When the seasoning fields grow in dynamic color hues

I soak you into my soul

While love hibernates

Until it wakes again in the Spring.

By Pamelap


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