Annabel Kopell · Jul 23, 2012
Escape

A summer's glen, bedecked with flowers
Diffused light streaming green
The songs of tweeting birds
The splashing gurgles of a stream
It was a place to run away to
A place where nothing wept
A place where no lies were spun
No guilty secrets kept
Only light, and only glee
Only freedom,
Only me.

 
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