#poem #poetry #amwriting #sketchbook #III


be bold be bold carry the wind
the birdsong the beggars tin whistle
carry them and cast them aside
do it in freedom
for now we can sing of dark night
now can we share the crunch of shared path
be bold in that love be bold
and do not turn or taste
our names or our faces
for we know the trees do not care
but only draw from the well

for the love you offered
and I rejected
at the stile by the lake

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