So Close

Across seven skies
to where rivers flow
sweet and cold
and love grazes
as a fawn along the
green meadow’s edge
Where red poppies bloom
in unleashed freedom
not twisted into wreathes
to mark a million graves
It’s all there
West of all that men know
As close as your soul

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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