Linda Mary Rachel Haungs


Green hill


I would imagine fantasy life in the forest would cool the mind
calm it from the worlds ills...
the petals raining down covering natures floor..I'd raise my head up and
feel the coolness as it drenches my tears...
When on the bridge I happen to notice a yearling standing
still I begin to wish I could run with it freely.
Standing alone I Find it can not happen..as I keep me eyes looking
toward the sky I feel alone and begin to weep...

Submitted: Thursday, May 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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mystical feelings while driving in VA..

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/9/2013 7:34:00 PM)

    I keep my eyes looking towards the sky, good write. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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