Happy Meadow

Writing poems is like entering the new world, liberating the soul and allowing the heart to follow imagination, memories, sorrow, joy ...

The grass so soft and tender

Fresh growth after the rain

To the freedom we surrender

Again and again and again.

Children laughing, running, dancing

Barefoot all over the meadow

Lovers secretly glancing

Their world is spinning softly and slow.

So bright is the day

So sweet, lively and divine

Let children always play

May their hearts in eternal joy shine.

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