In the Meadows Is My Dream
IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM
Strolling, strolling we are in the meadow: airy and green
where asters, dahlias, nod and wink passing their green
With him by my side, the hours of dread and fear are gone
His blue eyes speak: "we're a match in heaven, always green"
Dandelion heads float like little parachutes while we walk,
he spinning me round and round in the carpet of golds and green
Eyes to eyes meet, no more words from A to Z, we need not speak
for our heartbeats duet in vibrato of love so evergreen
Afar we hear thumps of small feet and some thunder laughs,
He and I turn round we behold our kids innocent and green
Father God-- the author of love along blue feathers
and yellow smile is watching over us in that vast green...
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8:40 pm , April 24, 2015
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