FREEDOM FIELD

Our feet run over the green expanse,
bees scatter, grass bends.
Laughing,
breathing hard;
the air holds just a hint of the day's heat.
The hour moves fast,













but the freedom lasts.

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YUMMY WORDS


“Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.”

~ Rainer Maria Rilke


“I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.”

~ Leo F. Buscaglia