(Trine Poem)
Having tea under a chestnut tree
As blown lilacs under the moon swing and glee
For miles away over the land
Their beauty raising so grand!
Everything so close and far to me
Filling my thoughts happily of your company.
Bewildered the sun at moments flee
We've conquered fears to take always a stand
As everyday we must make our pleas...
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
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