she lies in a weedy green meadow, twirling a blade of grass
between her fingers. a soft, warm wind passes through,
between her fingers. a soft, warm wind passes through,
causing little green clovers to bend, and the fluffy
white weeds to sway. knocking the
morning dew off their
leaves and
stems,
morning dew off their
leaves and
stems,
picking
a dandelion, she
closes her eyes, makes
a wish... and blows
the seeds
away.
she drops the stem and lays down, sinking in
the cool grassy bed,watching the clouds
the cool grassy bed,watching the clouds
go by. she sees swirls and rabbits,
drifting in the ocean like sky.
she tears her eyes away,
resting her imagination,
and looks back to the
clover field. she spots
clover field. she spots
a four leaf clover,
rising above the rest.
she reaches out to the plant,
lifts it by the roots, and leaves the clover field behind.
holding the little plant in her cupped hands,walks home under a velvet sky...
holding the little plant in her cupped hands,walks home under a velvet sky...
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