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Love not lost
by Greg WilliamsIn the field were 2 loves roaming,
rapid ranting while breathless, going.
Lost and wild lovers chatting,
star filled gaze while silent panting.
No direction in a field of maize,
harmless wander lovely haze.
Love not lost in an endless maze,
such a beautiful night and beautiful place.
02/10/2009 Posted on 02/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Greg Williams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/13/09 at 04:30 PM This one breathes on many levels. ;) I enjoy the lilting nature to its beat, the different uses of "maze", and "maize", and a feeling of being well met. |
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