Field, field

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Rob Emvi

7 months ago

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Field, field,
green field of poppies,
of light green barley,
field of sun and wind
that make the crops yellow.
Field of cicadas,
of vivacious eyed mouse,
of crickets that sing to the moon
field.

Field of full moon,
of peace and secrets,
of nocturnal clouds with warm light.
Of red and golden sunrisings,
of quiet mornings and storm afternoons,
of working ants
field.

Field of fresh wind,
of laying down sun,
of leaves that fall
and weave their carpet of gold and ocher,
of red and purple berries.

Field of cold northern wind,
that brings cranes and snows,
field of cold rain and fogs,
of early morning mists,
of water in the grass
field,
of naughty sparrows
that look for the wheat and the sun.

Field of flowers,
flowers of almond trees,
of plum and apple trees,
of cherry trees field.
Of bees,
dragonflies and mantles,
of snails that dance
to the sound of the rain.
Green field, green of poppies
field.

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