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"Simple Joy"

A Poem by Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

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[!] A portrait of teenage Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

13th of Joma and Umund, 417 E.S.

 


 

For in the meadow, one wonders through

Brush and flower, pollen tainting the cloth

Yellow while thorns and bristles continuously

Stab the soft skin below the clothed exterior.

 

Yet they continue as if they feel nothing,

Spinning wildly as they take in the beauty

Of such fields. Dress of blue and yellow twirling

About, speckles of fabric glistening in the sunlight.

 

Regardless of its continual smacking upon the 

stalks, the figure never relents its dancing. 

Laughs resound from them, breaking the 

Thin silence that seemed draped upon this place.

 

A beacon of light emits from their face, teeth 

In full view as they hold an ever, widening smile. 

Eyes wonder, noting a piece of hazy color

Around, most blending into one greenish-yellow fuzz.

 

They pause, breathless in their state of perfect bliss.

Complete dizziness washes over the body, forcing the

Head to still twist as the body stands still. They closely 

Their eyes, letting the light-headed feeling numb everything.

 

Arms feel out to the side to balance this teetering person

From falling. Expulsion of a light sigh before sight returns, 

focusing on the flower before it. A smile turns to a giggle, 

And a giggle turns to a movement. A movement leads to a run.

 

And once again, one runs through the wildflowers.

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