Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.
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So new
So new…
18-03-02
I think again of forests green…
Meadows of golden corn.
I remember well the countryside…
Where life is slowly born.
I can sometimes smell the springtime leaves…
Wet with morning dew.
I sometimes wish I was once again,
As leaves… so green… so new.
18-03-02
I think again of forests green…
Meadows of golden corn.
I remember well the countryside…
Where life is slowly born.
I can sometimes smell the springtime leaves…
Wet with morning dew.
I sometimes wish I was once again,
As leaves… so green… so new.
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So new
So new