| Orange Blossoms
Orange blossoms fill the tree where I used to play. I'd swing and reach to touch the sky, cry out the names of clouds And never fear to live! The ringing laughter I used to make Echoes out from the long abandoned past. never heard in this place, anymore. Not anymore. For the orange blossoms fill it now; This tree is theirs. the only sign of it's once and ne'er more Queen, the frayed rope of that old board swing, Too high in the branches to ever be removed. |
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