Tomorrow's Freedom

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I do not dream of a freedom for the morning

I plainly know of it, and it knows all.

Before the greying dawn fully evaporates,

there’s water here, and fruit from the tree,

the shadows interminable, as the falling years are leaves

swept back from some autumn memory.

And true that path will clear, bedecked by hedge and lawn,

and the sun then grows a brilliant white,

shining on the steps where I sit, to wait

as you come, with graceful tread, towards me.

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raypool

Fri 8th Jan 2016 20:34

An alter ego at work! The hope drills down to look for a rich vein. That line The falling years..... is excellent, a nice twist.

Ray

Lady Denyse

Thu 7th Jan 2016 22:54

Lovely

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