10.

The rolling greenery,
grass and hills and scenery
I thought couldn’t shape me
the solitude and revelry
laughter and the apple trees
helped me to breathe
as I looked to the sea
to me, it seemed unlikely
that I would ever agree
to be alone, for a week
in a place that would change me

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One response to “10.

  1. That’s really good, Marianne. I hope you write loads more, as I will look forward to reading them.

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