The Place

There is only one place I long to be,
And I am not there:
Beneath the veil of a green-bark tree
And drenched in desert air,
I shall go again (let the fates beware)
And the sun and silence and I will swear
The troth which before we did not dare,
On golden blooms which the green-bark bare
In the place my heart is free.

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Lyric poet. Blogger. Grower. Maker. I love living things.💗POM-poet💗

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A. Christine Myers

A. Christine Myers

Lyric poet. Blogger. Grower. Maker. I love living things.💗POM-poet💗

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