Running through the fields,
the poppies make it slow.
Vision blurred by ecstasy,
my mind is free to roam.
What fear I had is gone,
why run when I can fall?
Lying in a field of dreams,
the world s no longer dull.
I can see beyond the stars,
a mirror of my soul.













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