Field

Pleasant by Susiron

Luscious green, stretch beyond a mile,
Distant like the skies, all deviant to smile.
And everyday, wondering to the field,
Could hold a place of hearts to wield.
For the past can never fade or forget,
Those golden days that express as best.
And when those years begone to the wind,
That little peace that can never be thinned.

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