souls be freedA Poem by mariethis is peace a place in me or so it seems every start, so perfect with the saddest ending tales of love of joy and pain lets try again not to ruin it the same time to run to the place of laughter a simple meadow with those crowns we made together wilting as time progresses that little pond out on the edge where the cow took a swim in the start of winter can we go back? will we return? to be in that place with you i yearn or shall we go to the small cottage or the room haunted by precious spirit it seems so peaceful full of grace a rest in this unending race no forced smiles no fake laughs simply joy in which we bask yes it seems rather silly to write of such frivolity but still i long to hear our laughter like a song to dance with the leaves above our heads so this i write lost in the memory to tell myself it is no story the little details that i see like a little flower resting on my knee your little laughs at my meaningless tasks climbing a fence to reach new heights the forest silent outside the cows lowing your little willow where we made our crowns where we had no worries and no frowns here i'm thinking when this you read, that maybe in things like this our souls be freed © 2012 marieFeatured Review
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