Tanged and bittersweet
In sunshine, under clouds
'neath a solid oak we meet
On heavy wool our love abounds
On blankets in the shade
A simple sonorous song I heard:
What of looks and lines that blurred—
I'd tell you, love,
If you're a bird,
I'm a bird.
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2020 08:43
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Very beautiful and very intriguing. Almost mysterious but comforting. I love this poem!
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