Standing in the dawns sweet light
Your hand outstreched reaching mine
The swallows song brings delight
Our fingers they entwine
This is where the wildflowers grow
In this sunbathed field of dreams
Our bare feet on the grass below
The golden sunlight on us beams
Standing here with you
Catching myself smiling
Our deepest love it grew
It kept on piling
For this is where the wildflowers grew
A contest entry
- Title Options... (Closes in 5 days) by Touchof1der.
525 points, ended April 14, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Well done my friend. I liked where you took this reader's mind and thoughts. Great emotion and imagery in this. Thanks for sharing and best wishes to you in all of your endeavors. Keep that pen handy and ever ready for use dear poet. Good luck in the contest!
♥ Touchof1der
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