I Sit in Our Garden
I sit in our Garden Longing for you. Without you here I feel lopsided Like these trees Which never bloom. I sit here and wonder Whether you even exist But in my heart. |
Labels: poetry
Scholar, Writer, Mother, Dreamer. Editor of Luminarium, an online library for English Literature of the Middle Ages and Renaissance.
I sit in our Garden Longing for you. Without you here I feel lopsided Like these trees Which never bloom. I sit here and wonder Whether you even exist But in my heart. |
Labels: poetry
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