horizon of green grasses define its elegance
moving slowly yet flawless, as they dance
the sun paints a harmonic composition between earth and sky;
a perfectly binding picture of the prairie lady
her eyes were hidden, but a glimpse is enough
to freeze the moment in just one snap
she stood up between the crowds; red flower dress she loves
red as roses of the wilds, a satire to those green grasses
yet they are beautiful as one
and the winds are enchanting, as graceful as the prairie lady
the winds are singing, bringing upon her words from faraway lands
lands of dreams
lands of neverending bliss
of fairies of another prairies.
ajie
December 10 2009
2.18 AM
2 comments:
touche!
thanks :)
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