Feeling like Isaac Newton when he discovered gravity.

I long to lay in a green, grassy plain,
 Away from the city and loud overhead planes.
A place to gather and pick up my thoughts,
So they’re not left there on the ground to rot.

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  • Anna Storer on Nov 18, 2008

    YEP! And most of us feel the same way.
    Lovely verse.

  • goodselfme on Nov 30, 2008

    I know what you speak of my friend.

  • Michael Stonecipher on Jan 25, 2009

    The ones that rot will be reborn in spring
    so the kindhearted souls can pick them up again:)

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