How iRonic

I walked on through a dense, open plain,

And with each step emerged a stain

Within the dewy morning grass,

My imprint stayed as I strode past.

The flowers blooming everywhere,

Their sweet aromas filled the air

In a flatland paradise,

With frozen raindrops; sparkling ice.

This place is a vibrant reality,

A beautiful place, where it’s tranquil and free.

The white swirling clouds, billow overhead,

And my body; absorbed, by the soft, florid green bed.

With my arms like a pillow, and my eyes gazing forth

At the gorgeous and nebulous space towards the north,

I relax and I wonder, my mind is a storm,

Of unexpressed emotion; of gelatinous form.

And all my suppressed memories; times that I’ve sinned,

All disappear here, and disperse with the wind.

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