Poem: Tranquil Field

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Tranquil Field,
Where flowers rise,
Clouds will gather to our design.

Gentle Winds,
Until the night,
How the stars fit into the sky.

What matters most,
is what's inside,
Tranquil Field woven throughout my mind

Published 02/24/2020

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 14, 2020 ⏰

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