Recovery
There is a place of solace,
A meadow near a mill,
Where cranes come to gather
And take their bounty fill.
Where gentle walks pass the time
And fears are gone away,
Honeysuckle grows just fine
Its scent to parcel the day.
A moment with the ginger muse
Will rest your weary heart,
Soft waters will be flowing,
With their wings to start.
Across that pond there lies a walk
Overgrown with petals bright,
There you'll find me only when
The shadows turn to light.
I oft come to this sacred place
When I am torn in two,
I am still sitting here today,
Begging to be with you.
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