#166 The Wheat Fields...

The slow breeze

caressing through a field of

long wheat stems

running past her gentle face

and within the spaces between us..

There was freshness in the air

as if it is about to rain

as if the end of summer

and all the pain

we had gone through..

The tree leaves

and the wheat grass

were dancing in joy,

perhaps they thought

the cool winds, the rains

this time, will

fill up all the spaces..