Photo taken by cottonbro studio
This field used to see things so different
This field used to live too much in the future
This field used to weep about the past
Yesterday, this field lived so many lives
Today, this field breathes the air of freedom
Tomorrow, this field will bask in the moment
Eyes opened to something beautifully baffling
Is palpitating heart forever-unraveling?
Hands prepared for embracing battle
When the windchimes of time tell all secrets
Head will rest on solid rocks of righteous peace
This field forgot some of it's traumas
This field remembers some ugly scars
This field holds us
This field reminds us
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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