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Meet me at the old pear tree at midnight
Out in the south west field
We can hold each other close in the moons light;
Waning silver through clouds concealed
There's a sweet summer breeze whispering off in the distance
Singing thoughts of better days;
Promises left waiting on the horizon
Of Autumn's golden sunset rays
Out in the south west field
We can hold each other close in the moons light;
Waning silver through clouds concealed
There's a sweet summer breeze whispering off in the distance
Singing thoughts of better days;
Promises left waiting on the horizon
Of Autumn's golden sunset rays
Published 13th Jul 2020
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13th Jul 2020 11:33am
This feels a lot like Rumi; with a universal and ethereal notion that speaks to the majestic beauty of nature...💙
13th Jul 2020 3:05pm
Oh this is a delightful little piece. Sweet without being saccharine. It lilts like a lullaby. Lovely and well done!
