spinning and spinning
around and around
laying in a field
of flowers
staring up
at the stars
twinkling like
little fireflies
the cool
breeze rolls by
goose bumps
cover my body
this is
my place
I am
myself here
I wish you
were here
with me
sometimes
it's lonely
such an
open field
all alone!
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