Poetry · Writing

channel island;

isn’t she love ly

one of a kind;

never strayed to far

free to change the day as a star

fruit from a tree

war has tied and the one will never flee

ripe with sight

vision of the night-

night for the dreams dreams for the morrow morrow of the world

and the world is yours

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