Winding road
Stretches, lonely
Among thick briery thorns.
Glimpses of light send shocks of pain
Until I see tiny flowers
Hidden in the rough
Meadow wanders
Bright and beige
Hot sun begs cool shade
Then gentle fingers brush
Summer breezes by
Ripple rustling grasses
Into the sky
Rocky streambed
Trips and trickles
Stony, rough, and cold
Then rays pierce the gloom
Sunbeam glistens twinkle
on tiny crystal drops of mirrors
Willows bend over gentle banks
and seem to cry.
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