A Little Poetry For Thursday

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Poetic thoughts like if I could make that distant land close,
How far away would we be from this distant love that has sprung?
Love jones sprung as my heart hangs on the branch of a willow tree
What's it like to be me falling for.......


Maxime Hilaire

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