Friday, 2 January 2015

The Meadows

Come to the meadows
Where the grass is still green
Come with me
Where the horses neigh happy and loud
Come with me to the place
Where lovers still hold hands without any fears
Where the butterflies dance
Bright blue and purple
Red and dark
Come to the pathways
Where leaves rustle 
and where autumn is not sad.


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