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I long for the wildness
Of unimproved pastures
Where butterflies flutter
And the brown hare lies low
Whisper me softly
In thyme and sweet clover
I'll make a soft pillow
To rest on, my love
And the world will keep turning
I will will keep yearning
For Skylarks and Curlews
And tall foxgloves
#CoSopoetry
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@gemswinc thank you so much
@matty7w Thank you!
@matty7w Your words remind me why I have always considered nature to be my refuge, my tonic, my renewal, and my church.
Thank you, thank you. 🩵
@matty7w Lovely!