The meadows through which my dancing heart
Has often ambled with abondoned glee
Are now overgrown by thorns
Through which it now cannot walk free.
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Powerful words. I hope your meadow will grow roses again. Patricia
A pleasant write; could be strengthen with the correction of spelling errors. I've got a poem with a parallel theme; feel free to check out my work entitled 'Green Meadows'.