Lovely

Lovely

 

Far away she lulls in green

she lies under the lemon tree

Far away, not to be charmed or woken

Not soured by worms from the lemon

who wriggle on my tongue and exit my eyes

and try to escape from a tightly clenched fist

Safe from me she lulls out of reach

She lies between blades of grass and dreams.

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