In the emerald clover field,
love concealed; shapes made
aware, breathing in the
morning air. Secret love,
clandestine thoughts roam;
times lost forget home; heart
ignores evil, wrong sheds away;
dreams are of only today. Love
freely given without consideration
there in the clover field under heaven.
©2014.emeraldheaven.annjohnsonmurphree
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The clover field under heaven… that’s beautiful, Ann.
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Thank you Brenda. Ann 🙂
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Picturesque pastoral poetic pleasure – very well executed and much enjoyed Ann.
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