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Oct 2010
In my ancestral land  -
A land, you say, of no trees
But wind, and more wind -
You sleep and wake before me

Here, I sink into smooth cushions
And someone elseโ€™s words
And a purpled sky
That soothes the longing in me

Until I remember that it is
You I want to sink into,
You I want to hear, only you
I want to soothe me.
July 2010
Written by
L A Rice
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