Suns and Rains

A little outside to the town I reside

are fields of grass as wide as the horizon.

There, I often go for a ride

whenever I need to speak alone in person.

Those fields, they listen to my words

and answer back with winds and directions.

Somehow it is there that I hear

voices from my many reflections.

The conversations are never ending

and I find it difficult to walk away.

Because there is no one pretending,

my love for those fields never fades away.

What starts with a particular doubt,

ends with solving even the unrelated ones.

Something there brings in a change about

the ways I breathe through my lungs.

With every departure, we promise to meet again

to keep stories reverberating across the plains.

It is like we both end up with some comfort and pain

as we both face our Suns and drench in the rains.

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