sunlight hitting the dark spot
fixed in my heart......
scenery of the meadows
silent and beautiful......
Eyes with colors.......
and words full of meaning.......
standing here in the loud nature
listening to the thunderstorms
melodies of birds.....
songs of the hills.....
dancing of dandelions....
bound in a red cloth
hanging on the tree
where water falls
and witches spell
life grows.....
and wishes sell.......
~Durre.
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