I walk the bubbles of tar
popping through life's troubles
the blueberry lined cow path
narrows into stone
filling with tweeting natures song
passing through
to a fairytale of blossoms
petals of fairy dust
fluttering in the wind
where mind wonders to golden dreams
and rainbow visions
of pots of gold
to a never ending life of pleasure
and happiness
slowly I turn
and back into the tar I carry
my joyous peace to all



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