White wheat
Fills the far field
Like the fields of childhood
Merging into the dark grey sky
Tears fall
Heavy
With a grief long unrecognised
For Celebration Days
Of purest gold
Once known
White wheat
Fills the far field
Like the fields of childhood
Merging into the dark grey sky
Tears fall
Heavy
With a grief long unrecognised
For Celebration Days
Of purest gold
Once known
I love this…so mystical…the white wheat, childhood memories, the unknow gray and black…the unnamed pain and tears…and the golden wheat…beautiful!
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Aww. What a beatiful and fulk comnent Joan. Thankyou so much. Much love to you my friend xx
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You are in my thoughts and prayers…today and always, my beloved friend, blessings!
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Thankyou so much Joan
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