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Through the cold month
A thin grape vine curls up
A ruined chimneyStanding in a field,
Kissed by rain,
Stone and brick
Are made the same
We are children in a field of dreams.
Waiting.
Watching.
The floating dreams above us wait.
We watch.
The floating dreams are always just out of reach,
little brown rabbitin a field of coyotes—hoppy survivor
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© 2018 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
To win my heart, cross my roads To get my love, you knock my doors Let's to start, to earn cruise To build a nest within love rose Adore you much, looking forward To keep in touch, even one word Eager to fly, to reach sward Where your f
When I step onto the field,
I forget about my problems...
I forget about my stress...
Because right now my team needs me.
I have to play my best.
We've practiced for hours,
For the game that we love.
When I step onto the field,
I forget about my problems...
I forget about my stress...
Because right now my team needs me.
I have to play my best.
We've practiced for hours,
For the game that we love.
If I had the power, I would help a baby bird to fly. I would teach it how to use its wings. I would catch it if it fell. I would make it believe in itself. If I had the power, I would help the mother on minimum wage.
