Thursday, 23 January 2014

The Green Grassland

The green grassland is calling me to come and run freely. As soon as I keep my feet on the green grassland, it says I’ll be liberated. And then I will fly on the green grassland. I will run and I’ll not get tired and the surroundings will never change and nothing will end. The wind will be sweet and I’ll feel dizzy. Even if I fall, I’ll smile. Then lying on the green grassland I’ll look at the sky, it will be blue in parts and green where the prairie will canopy me. I’ll lie there and smile and feel warm and good and like the sunshine I’ll shine. The green grassland says so.

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