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Field of Buttercups

Lauren Beam

Warm Hands lead bare feet
Under starry skies living vivid dreams
Tickle words and bold hellos
Laughing farther than loving goes
Dancing in the summer weeds
Quietly watched by curious things
Tightly held in endless pace
See the moon fall on this place
Summer heat brings temperate nights
Running through fireflies in flight
Hushing the whispers of foreseeable fright
Warm Hands' grasp is getting tight
Silence now for feet have found
A soft place on the treaded ground
Where slowly come the careless sound
Of a deep young love unbound
Gently leading sights for seeing
Laid before two beings for being
Timeless movements, quiet and still
Vibrant souls ready to be filled
Grave misgivings lost in the wind
Give way to longings deep within
Hoping and praying to grow up
Among this field of buttercups

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