The Sky
Falling in these blades of grassWhere softness spills outward
Into the field.
Looking up
It's plain to see
A cloud or two
That wafts up o'er the hill.
Smelling sweetness in the air
Where flowers bloom and smoke is absent.
Feeling onward rally
Carry on...
10-31-09
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