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Lost Land.
A picture shrunk
within the frame
the heart no longer
bear's its name,
no steps upon the soul
can lie
or joy from lips
in praise to fly.
Stolen now
the kiss of hope
where love falls lost
to hangman's rope.
A picture shrunk
within the frame
the heart no longer
bear's its name,
no steps upon the soul
can lie
or joy from lips
in praise to fly.
Stolen now
the kiss of hope
where love falls lost
to hangman's rope.
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Bitter fruit haunts me - overwhelmingly - Stella
Bitter fruits indeed, this
Bitter fruits indeed, this was a 'rough' field, left to go it's own way for years, full of skylarks, partridge, and all sorts of other ground nesting birds and creatures who need rough cover, much used by dog walkers, and blackberry pickers, it's due to be built on in a year or so, but the developers have been in and ripped the the heart out of it, and torn it up already! So pointless and unnecessary. Sue.