A Field Fill Of Roses

I would not mind

Being a rose in a

Field full of roses

Down into the meadow

Of honeysuckle and clover

To sway and sleep

Day after shinning day

In this small kingdom

Of butterflies and bees

To lose myself

On the silky breeze

Of a warm night

To feel the soft rain

Through leaves, blossom, and vines

Come with me into

The field of roses

Sweet grass and dreaming

To know it’s magic

Where petals float upwards

Their colors exploding

Where butterflies ride

Beads of dew

Have you ever known

Anything more wonderful

As the sun reaches out

As it warms you

Sway in the wind

Bright dust and lacy leaves

I would not mind being

A rose in a

Field full of roses

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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