GRAPEVINE

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

I forced myself
To look away
The grapevine spoke
Of you today
You had learned 
The native tongue
Another country
Now you belong.

Distant, far
Another sky
A different walkway
Mountains high
Another take
On life itself
Different people
Your past on shelf.

Gathering dust
A secret hidden
Memories now
Locked in a prison
Yes I forced myself
To look away
When the grapevine spoke
Of you today.

 



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