copelandia.
Bluelighter
the meadow, in deep autumn, stretched out and met with the horizon.
groups of canary-yellow flowers lay as rugs here and there;
a wandering farmer, his turqouise shirt, tugged and released by the wind,
ripples brightly in front of a rude mountain.
he squints thirstfully into the sky; a blue pillow, torn,
and plunges his rusted tool into the warm earth.
a flock of birds in formation, above, bring order to the chaos,
while a single cottage in the distance, sits bluntly within a pastel-coloured hillside
groups of canary-yellow flowers lay as rugs here and there;
a wandering farmer, his turqouise shirt, tugged and released by the wind,
ripples brightly in front of a rude mountain.
he squints thirstfully into the sky; a blue pillow, torn,
and plunges his rusted tool into the warm earth.
a flock of birds in formation, above, bring order to the chaos,
while a single cottage in the distance, sits bluntly within a pastel-coloured hillside
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