After a hectic day of lectures and essays I lay in the grass and stare into the space
Then I slowly dosed off or I think that was the case and woke up in a field with a wooden fence blocking the sun from my face
Bees buzzing around the tree top making a pleasant noise
The sun beaming down and the wind wrestling through the trees
Then I notice leaves dancing in the wind
As I watched them I slowly dosed off again
And woke up to the sound of my dad calling me in
Liera Bloodheart
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Beautiful day
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