It was only a year ago.
That the colors started to fade.
And my clothing decayed.
I wandered through a cold wet tunnel,
And when I emerged,
I was blind to the earth bathed in the sun.
I came across a field with no flowers,
And I began to run.
I ran until I all I felt was, all I was,
All I am is another set of feet.
I sat in a field with no flowers,
trying to recollect all the moments,
when I was dancing in the street,
In medium to light showers.
The thought came to me,
Flowers and showers and other lovely thoughts,
are all that keep us alive.
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Submission Name: Other Lovely Thoughts
