Her Fields
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1 min readMay 1, 2017
She picks her flowers through her fields
On marble clouds her sky so kneels
Her gentle hand, one’s sweetest touch
To you she sways, such blooming brush
Called today
Rolling grass at play
A whisper here, a whisper’s blush
She smiles at you
Hiding in the hush
How coos her wind
Her blooms so lush
