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Heir of Vines
Touch me, sweet cedar, mine
With a warm sapling tongue
And the heir of vines
Haunting me, oh Nightingale
Don't leave me here to pine
In deep cold shadows of woods
When the dawn is on the dew
And echoes follow, in kind
With a warm sapling tongue
And the heir of vines
Haunting me, oh Nightingale
Don't leave me here to pine
In deep cold shadows of woods
When the dawn is on the dew
And echoes follow, in kind
Published 7th Sep 2023
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7th Sep 2023 9:55pm
7th Sep 2023 10:16pm
7th Sep 2023 10:57pm
Don't think you nailed it - know.
Reminds me of certain naturalist poets from long ago.
Reminds me of certain naturalist poets from long ago.
7th Sep 2023 11:35pm
16th Sep 2023 5:09pm
"When the dawn is on the dew
And echoes follow, in kind"
This lines are cool.
And echoes follow, in kind"
This lines are cool.
16th Sep 2023 5:45pm
