
Leaps over forests of fresh bloomed flowers,
tumbles softened by dewy petals,
belly up on the cushy grass.
Games played through freshly plowed fields,
in spicy tang of disturbed earth.
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Leaps over forests of fresh bloomed flowers, tumbles softened by dewy petals, belly up on the cushy grass.
Games played through freshly plowed fields, in spicy tang of disturbed earth.
Author notesThe word made me think of jumping. In a listA contest entry
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