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Every time I pass that facade
In its place, I’d rather see
A field of simple wonder
In an arid summer breeze

The yellow/white instead of fumes
Instead of glass, instead of the concrete mask —
A field of senseless beauty
That never learned to weave

And in place of beliefs, freedom of a kind
That nurtures the spirit and releases the mind
To go wandering there —
Finding sense in stamens, purpose in pistils
And in blossom the power to persevere

“Worthless”, they proclaim
Still if I could, I’d choose to drown instead
In a field of simple wonder a thousand years
from here
In a field of simple daisies where their world
would disappear


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