Outside of the City
Outside of the city where the pomegranates grow,
With large citrus orchards perfuming the air,
I met my true love on a blossom strewed pathway.
My heart gave a leap when I saw him draw near.
He held me so tight underneath blooming tree
As he planted his kisses all over my face.
We met in the city where the pomegranate grows
And we'll wed in the valley where the scented wind blows.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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