Lying In A Meadow Poem by Jacob Wharton

Lying In A Meadow



In a meadow
Under the hillside
Lies a lying lifeless man
And his dream is
Coming true

The sky is
A light show
The wind is
Benevolent
The fields are
Limitless
The joy is
Limitless
The minds are
Wandering
Time
Is too complicated
To comprehend.

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