Hidden

Hidden

Walking in the scorching sun

searching through the meadows

looking for hidden faces

somewhere lurking behind the shadows

The feel of grass growing

wherever the feet may go

looking for hidden thorns

where flowers seems to grow

A garden full of daisies

soft sound of a stream flowing

covering over hidden pebbles

getting noisier with the wind blowing

The urge to touch the clouds

builds a passion through n through

the sound of hidden thunder

pouring rain… Bringing something anew

Going back to the meadows

I engulf in the quiet sound

Finding a place hidden behind a tree

I lie peacefully… On a rocky ground.

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