A bit of an oldie I’ve had stashed away for a while. I haven’t delved into prose or anything of the kind much before, but there’s a first for everything!
I hope everyone’s keeping safe during this time!
Fair breeze,
Do you hail one that I knew half a world past?
Did you spring from its bustled streets,
Or water rippling by?
Did you rise from the leaves of the auburn sun,
Or groves cloaked with mist?
How I wish to accompany you,
Back to hear the bell’s toll.
To listen once more to silence beneath trees,
To write again in the chill before dawn.
Yes, perhaps I shall meet you there,
Once more upon her streets.
A place of quiet worship,
A city that never sleeps.
And should people question where I go,
Be it work, travel or knowledge?
I shall tell them,
Put simply,
‘It was there that I left myself,
‘pon one lost, golden day.’
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