The Palm Trees
The Palm Trees
Morning sky—
That is beauty.
It clings to the oaken boards,
The beautiful timber
Colliding into sails after chores,
It is the beautiful horizon
Rising into mine,
A love, palm in palm.
My hand in thine.
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