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Blissful
July 27, 2014
I travel through a field of emerald,
Miniature forests carrying creatures.
White flowers grander than the rest, blooming.
Being ravaged by bees, covering the floor,
The wind whispering in the air,
The day is full of sunlight.
Flowers consuming rays of sun,
All days have to come to an end at one point.
Sun resides, animals digging nests
At this time I knew it was time to go home.
© Amanda T., Montague, NJ
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