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Jul 2015
There’s a cottage on the road, on the way,
I can’t see its name, but I hope that it’s nice.
There are views of seas
and views of trees
there are castles and things older than I’ll ever be
I can’t clearly see, for the rain on the window,
but there’s enough to keep me wondering
about places I’ll never wander.
There’s a sign and it says
GOD FORGIVES
and I wonder if that’s true,
then I hope that that’s true,
and we’re gone before I believe it to be.
There might have been something before I was here
that caught an eye like mine
perhaps it is still trapped there
in a mind long gone,
so I close my eyes, so as not to steal the sights
then remember they’re already mine.
Martha O'Brien
Written by
Martha O'Brien  UK
(UK)   
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