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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 else’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.
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 9:59 AM UTC
While You Were in Scotland
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 else’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
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l-a-rice
American
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 9:59 AM UTC
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