The days when walking wasn’t a struggle
and the miles disappeared beneath my feet.
Running through the fields of bluebells swaying
trying to catch the wild song.
The walking down leafy lanes
are but a distant memory long gone.
As I sit here feeling hopeless
those memories dance across my mind.
Hoping and always hoping
I can visit there one more time.
Maybe they but my dreams
of which no reality is based
and caught up in
the place where sadness weeps.
13 May 2017

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