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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.

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