I march through the wheatfield
Young
Rebellious
Unaware of my life force.
I march through the wheatfield
on a Spring Day
Eversince
I am awake
Aware that life is a field of golden wheat
waitng to be crossed
and loved upon
and procreated
Live and Love
and be aware that life is a field of wheat.
Love this! The simplicity and beauty is stunning.
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Thank you so much, Christine. Love and Light.
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