In A Field

In A Field

Somewhere in a field vivid children

Of different colors under a chill sun

That flourished immortal for world

On sand of stones, in a wind unfold

The dust of the dark spread in night

Under which fairies lulled them tight

Though it only couldn’t sleep an owl

Who knew the mortality of time foul

Cause all children ran for life and fell

With a turn of way, a way of farewell

And how all screamed once unknown

Around the deaf people as self-clown

The view where hundreds little sparks

Twinkling there in those beds of stars

Waiting for a hue comes from slopes

From inland love and island of hopes

With the heights of silver lined moon

With a tiny pinch of enlightened boon

And secure those priceless gems here

In the vase of dreams and out of tear

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