Maybe I shall lie on green carpet of grass,
Looking toward the heavens and the soon approaching sunset…
Slowly, with rhythmic expression, I close my eyes…
My mind drifts, to a place with you…
My heart aches, with your absence.
As I gently, fall asleep…
T. Plotz
Sleeping Green
7 September 2018
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