The meadow that was eaten
The raging flower child that I loved
The horse that stood in a field of queen annes lace
A fools play, drama, skit
A musical with dancing arms
The shimmer of that last golden thread
She lay helpless in it's arms as I shall too
In a bowl we stand, a man is always armed
Fire shall always destroy the giver of pain.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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