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02/11/2019
LET MY HEART


 

Let my heart follow your footsteps

into a new unknown,
plant in furrows of tilled experience,
a future harvest from seeds unsown.

Let a gentler toil tend to a soil
weather-beaten by age.
Let rain with its tears irrigate
a landscape drained by usage.

I may not live to taste the fruit
of an Eden planted anew.
In witnessing a second Creation,
I have regained a paradise in you.

 

 

 

 
02 November 2019
 
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