In
Green fields
Of petals
Bathed in sunlight
I wandered along
Haphazardly looking
For that one lucky clover
When a glimpse of white caught my eye
And in between a perfect feather
Tis a symbol of good luck, not for I
Twas the bird long ago, dropped his treasure
And with it the memories fell too
Floating gently down to the ground
Irretrievable stories
Seemingly forgotten
Caught upon the winds
Taken in the breeze
Where life flies
Swiftly
By

 

April Writing Prompts – Flowering fields of fortune – Day 8/30

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