Source:travel-story
Through a field of flowers.
Pink petals in my hair.
Follow the babbling brook.
At the mountains I stare.
Green grass for carpeting.
Wisps of white clouds float free.
White snow caps the mountains.
Grey rocks all I can see.
Grey surrounds oasis.
A mirage that can’t be.
Flowers lift their faces.
An illusion for me.
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