Gone behind a gate…

alive among the fields
they love beauty
the wildflowers undressing
a slow dance in the breeze
blue skies and sunny smiles
stir their soul
Long tresses windswept 
touching skin
….not wanting the colors of age 
pallor of wisdom
soft love or teary eyed
no those they 
push behind a locked
garden gate
winding greenery dying
around the rust and dust
of hinges and inside a lock…
 

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