setting sun scattered through tops of trees
the world afire, smoldering
at the center of my heart, my mind's eye
bathed in the golden summer light
parting veils of perception to see
children playing so innocently
on the gentle crest of the field
where they rolled down the hill
so happily
playing games, enjoying their time
drinking in the essence of life
such purity reminding me
of the feeling to be so completely free















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~Andrea H. Rimer~
"Within this wall of flesh, there is a soul."
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