Fields Of Life

Poem

Through fields of Life,
I’m running like mustang,
wading in clouds, I fly!

Helplessly unstoppable impulse,
desires, blink, smileс, kiss,
and haze of summer bliss.

What hearts of men need?
If it is not life of passion,
little gems of love we seek?

I deny the walls before me!
In the silence, I hear it,
sound of life that feeds me.

The ugly mask I’ll hide,
running through fields of life…

 

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photograph by Jo Barnard

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