No Swamp

29 August, 2011 at 17:36 (Uncategorized)

The swamp is dark, green and hot,
a flatland upon which I am free,
dank, misted fens that surround
below the sky, crows circling me
Sound your words, clear mountain streams,
Take me to your forested hills,
an afternoon of hillside dreams,
Let us not speak of them.
Just an afternoon without swamps,
without dreams,
you and me, under the sky,
let us just be free.

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