a yellow on wheat grassland
bordered by a brook of a fascinating blue
dotted by bold poppies the color of dragon fire,
memory of a time scale of when it was still time
to believe in the time of legends and myths ...
smelling days like sweets in a mild summer
of chrysalis giving life to rainbow colored butterflies
playing hide and seek with ladybugs
with their red suits of black buttons ...
I would like to be able to believe again
knights of the Round Table or
to have by my side the most beautiful Guinevere ...
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