Through the Fields of Grain
Wandering through the fields of grain,
I pondered, do you love me too?
I can’t escape this sweet refrain,
that all I seek, I find in you.
The willows, in their rustling leaves,
whispered soft their quiet faint sorrow,
and as I listened to their grief,
it seemed they asked of my tomorrow.
Owls gathered close to hear the sound,
preening feathers in the night.
In my soul, a distant murmur:
My love, when will you come to light?
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