Sunshine And Green Fields

it will never be boring
the same sun shining
on the same green field
and the same man
sitting under the same
tall tree watching
a day go by
like it is the last
day of his life

sunshine touching
his face like the hands
of a remembrance

green fields appeasing
him like some
souvenir from
a far away
memory

and there is this wind
always whispering
to his ears:

wait for me
i am coming.....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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