Content with the breeze
As it carries the scent
Of honey-suckle...
Along her path of
Remembrance
She sat back
Just moving
With her mind
Traveling back in time
To a field of flowers
Growing wild and free
This is her
Place of rest
This is also where her heart
Runs as free as the wind.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
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