Golden Wheat and Stars
and if 't be true by mine own feet
i shouldst findeth myself in a vast
swaying field of golden wheat
and if 't be true by divine assistance
i shouldst reacheth toward the brightest
night star and toucheth t then tom'rrow
of all m'rrows thee shalt findeth me
running through the golden wheat with all
brilliance of a star!
:: 03-06-2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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