The Field


Hola my friend!

Here are some random voices from my head...

I glance at the wide green field,
Greeting with its fruity odour
And fresh green leaves.
Allured by its beauty, I ran,
Barefoot, with a blind hope 
That I've finally found my clan.
I run to catch the glamorous sight 
But far off it goes as I near by,
Imprudent was I to analyse
The dark truth that lie ahead,
Later did I know it was a plan.
Thereby I engraved myself in history 
As the fool who wore off herself 
For something that wasn't reality.

Happy reading! Adios:)

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