Wild Meadows

I carried,
Those wild berries
In my fist,precious,
Like my old friends.
Reminiscing the lost childhood,.
Those were the paths,
Where childhood left footprints
Etched on its barks,
The birds homed,hopes danced
Wild berries rested among
The tall sentries of time
Fanciful abundance leaped,
Where innocent cherubs laughed
Through the tinted canopy.
Those were the days
Where freedom breathed freely
The carefree days
Had an essence,
A vigorous zest for life
And the spirit felt the breezy sunshine.
And now, the glazed reflection
Reflects in the shunted vastness,
A bleeding,chaffed soil, seeking refuge
In the heart, of an aquamarine gorge.

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