ever feeling the rough soil
beneath my feet
the wind whispering
sounds carried by the dead
falling petals from trees
not bearing fruit
what a weird
yet familiar place.

my skin brushes along
glimmering, bright grass
it feels soft, instead of
prickling, plucked
the bright red petals
on flowers beside my feet
wish this place was my mind
the embodiment of peace.
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