In the town
She heals with words,
She wears a gown
Of berry birds.
In the city
She flies around,
She dons a pretty
Breeze she found.
How I miss
Her leafy park
And tulip kiss
In my cold dark
Mary, this is both sweet and sad. So lovely.
Thanks, Christine 🙂
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