forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Free Verse

The first time I ran out of rhyme,

I felt like it was a crime,

as though travelling on an unfamiliar path,

lost…

but then my eyes gazed on the wild flowers,

and my feet felt the softest green,

and suddenly my heart was ok,

with the cost…

of what ‘they’ called,

a ‘free’ verse.

 

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