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Sleeping In a Field
How heavy are the drops of sky
And warm, pressed to the sun
Bluer than any tear I cry
Or pillow I rest upon
The weight of my breath and Mother Earth
Hold me, soft, within their embrace
Sunset, night; sunrise, birth
I'm born to a magical place
Beautifully, delicately worded, this poem makes me want to sleep there, and experience such a thing!
sounds like a surreal camping evening...