Oh, I just want to forget for a moment,
As the world stands frozen,
To run in the lavender fields,
Pretend nothing is ever real,
Just to feel
The gentle ease
Of His springtime winds healing my heart-space,
To gaze upon the golden threshold of escape.
How it is to dream
Of a thing
Vividly
But keep it so privily-
Real enough to forget that any of this is real,
Just take the lead into the lavender fields.
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Last Year's Flowers
PoetryIn the third installment, Last Year's Flowers, MissReads19's poetry takes on a new shape through storytelling. Crafted from fragments of poems written through time, Last Year's Flowers takes the reader on a fictionalized journey of love from beginni...
