Ashley Reimer
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Meadows
Meadows. What had it always been about them? The secrecy of their placement? The quietness of the breeze? The scent of freshly blooming flowers? Or maybe the gentleness of their colors? Meadows quieted her soul, it was here she thought. Here she would write her own poems. Here she recited the inspiring words she had heard. She would pace the edges of the forest and sing softly first but by the end of her self written song she would be spinning and near screaming. This was her home despite everyone else thinking that that god forsaken house was where her soul lay. Here she was herself. She would lay out and listen to the sunshine. And watch the birds chirping. Quiet. Alone. Flawless. Barefoot she would dance around the flowers with the butterflies and climb the trees lining her hide out. She contemplated her parents' latest fight, thought herself in circles about great mysteries. Death. Love. Broken hearts. Love. The meadow. It was hers and hers alone. She would never share it with anyone
By Ashley Reimer6 years ago in Poets