The world of colours marvels me,
Sitting in a field of barley
With a rose upon my chest,
A beaming smile on my face as the sunsets.
I am a man in love with the sea,
And its rage against the rocks.
I adore when it brings pebbles to the shore.
The fresh smell of spring revives my soul -
The hour of hope when the fields rise again!
K.Oni
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