The Glen

Misty Glen I dream of thee
Now, my darkest hour
Softest grass of emerald greens
Golden sunlight fills thy fields
Stretching on forever
There she waits upon thy hill
Beneath your willow tree
Death undone I return to you
My love; In now, my darkest hour

Author's Note

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Reviews

[SomeoneSomewhere]

Fantastic descriptions and it evokes a great sense of imagery. The rhythm of this poem is also very interesting. Great piece!