mountains await
you can't wait
to purge the weight
of your love
emptying your soul
with your song
just south, one hundred miles
a valley verde
the echo strains
and what I hear
resonating here
your love always
one hundred miles
north
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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