Little Joys

Watch them dance in the
Meadow fields,
Among the golden wisps of wheat.
The breeze abuses the

Stalks of grain, as
The girl’s floral gown twirls
around her slender legs.
Laughter mixed with
Running clouds, and
An ocean over their heads.
A million shards as
The sun dances with
The two,
Lighting the path to an
Oblivion
Of endless joys
And tomorrow’s sorrows.
Let today be here,
In the meadows
Of golden wisps,
And abusive breezes.
Where the girls dance,
And the couples sing.
Where all the little things
Come together once again.

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