Daydreaming in the meadow
gently swaying in the wind
to cricket songs
Hushed by the lightning
Leaves praising the rain
once again wings closed
So the sun will shine again
and my wings will be dry
and I will fly over the meadow
whose fields are so aware
a delicate treat for all
who want to get lost in
a fragrant a vision
never to be replaced
dreams of butterflies
transcending in the
fields
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