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1.5k · Jan 2015
Galaxy of Gold
EM Jan 2015
Stroll through the vast fields
Where the sun's evanescent rays shine still,
Where the wind whispers a sweet melody
To the graceful willows,
To a place where wildflowers dance
Silently amongst the golden barley,
Further still, to where the humble oaks
Survey the land below with unrivaled wisdom,
Forge through the gentle sea,
until the crisp breeze of spring carries you away.

-E.M.
A pastoral ode to Gloucestershire, England.
543 · Jan 2015
Lonely Wanderers
EM Jan 2015
The steel grey skies of the humdrum city
Hang over the cracked and dusty sidewalks,
The paint crackling and peeling off of
The once bright houses.
Lonely wanderers stroll silently down
The aged muddy path in old well worn shoes,
Miserable thoughts on their minds
But no expressions on their faces,
The sun dare not penetrate through the misty clouds,
And the sky is tinted a dark and murky grey.

-E.M.

— The End —