Petals of wildflowers tickle
Your cheek
You have been walking
For an hour
Through long grass
With them in hand
You see the tower
A folly of some sort
You smile
It reminds you of
A fairytale
Then you wake up
On the picnic blanket
Children running wild
But still
Petals of wildflowers tickle
Your cheek
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