Thursday, April 21, 2016


Shall take
The woman I love
Across the rivers
Across the plains
To a city of an archer's fear
A city that stands near
To where a green wood was razed
And reconciliation therefore
Has been codified
But I am unsure is deeply felt

She will be blinded there
For a time
And I shall bring
The woman I love
Back across the rivers
Back across the plains
From that city of an archer's fear
That she may rest
And heal
And come in time to see again
And better than before

I wonder if she will like what she sees
When she can see again

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