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springtime again ! [on paper]
it is suddenly springtime again
and i navigate this town like an old friend
the sunlight drapes over graveyard stones,
warms them, remembers them
and seeps softly through stained glass
i wade in mud and thorn, hungry,
to reach such a place-
perch in pews like a pilgrim,
pen poetry and holy scribbled song.
the day lends me 3 more hours until darkness,
i pledge to spend them alive
[...]
weathered norman walls hold me,
know me,
whispers of forgotten years tucked through my hair
and i navigate this town like an old friend
the sunlight drapes over graveyard stones,
warms them, remembers them
and seeps softly through stained glass
i wade in mud and thorn, hungry,
to reach such a place-
perch in pews like a pilgrim,
pen poetry and holy scribbled song.
the day lends me 3 more hours until darkness,
i pledge to spend them alive
[...]
weathered norman walls hold me,
know me,
whispers of forgotten years tucked through my hair
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