and poetry in the dishwasher
old barn swimming in a field of green wrapped up in red almost swallowed by the trees the sun shines in hanging from the deep blue how many feet stretch, barn between me and you
Your description reminds me of why I love old barns so.
YAY!I always get excited when I see that you've written.I love the colors in this poem. I feel like I'm there.
oh how amazing would swimming in a field of green been... i can only dream :)~BuThyab
This is like a wonderful memory revisited. When I saw your post, I thought, " Oh good! Some Alexis poetry!"
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