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"thecryingseasons"
thru the fields
of the vast
bohemian
and cringe
the sweetest green
wher they
grazed
with silent
footing

so mild n gentle
under the pavillion
and cluttered
with clouds
whereas I opened
the gates
without sound

and girls run
and girls run
and run... ..like the swift

but ooh- so run

and they ran
like a herd
to embrace
the free

and up the hill
when down
the spill
my tears swieveled
and too
scattered


* blue



© gary bell