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| Walking in fields dreaming slowing the pace only to find ones' hidden passionate grace. I am a poet on this earthly land. My loving heart reaches far and wide. Many rivers and streams it crosses. On its wayward journey into anothers heart and soul. One who understands my written words on my poetry flow. Wanting also to come into my fields of comfort and grace. Our rhymes and reasons takes us all through the seasons of lifes meaning. And all that we hold dear to our heart. Earthly fields trod deep into our souls. Letting us always know where we must go |
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