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Please Return

At the corner of the street

where our commune

opens to a wide field

there is a bend

to a small bucolic path

into the greens

with tall trees

small ponds

birds

tall grass

wild fauna

and cold wind

I still await your return

at that oak

and it’s underneath

where you left

me three years back

never to return

I seem unable

to step

in this heavenly land

with anyone

but you

please return!

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Written by Glower4

Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.

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