Sunday, June 8, 2014


Leaning over into my field of dreams
My mind is propelled into another world
Where the land is firm
My mind more sturdy
My vision seems unpaired

Tiptoeing across paving stones
Over the lake of my life
I'm prancing, gliding, floating, flying
Being chased by something new

The scent of freshness
The smell of flowers
Launching me into every new hour
Crossing terrains anew

I'm happy
I'm me
Jolly, jovial and free
Don't stir
Don't wake me please.

© Leonora Sophie

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