FLOODED.
5/20/10
These scents stick to our fabrics
Like dandelion seeds caught in the wind
The boy inside reaches;
Make a wish, Nostalgia.
While the afternoon sun through summer woods.
Our reflections cast in flooded fields.
These thoughts cascade into a sweet melody
Like leaves in the breeze;
A kiss in the shade.
© BLAYKE MORROW, 2010
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