Deliverance
She said,
It's all for free:
The air
The trees
The drifting breeze
The luscious grass
The hidden pass
The moonlit sand
And sun drenched land
The cooling rain
To cleanse the pain
Of never seeing you again.
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Stephen Gospage
Fri 25th Mar 2022 07:30
Lovely poem, Stephen.