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A View Of My Village.

My Village,
The one i live in,
and the one that lives in me.

Pretty birds,
The whistle of the squirrels
The blowing wind,
The smell of grass,
This spicy earth.

Friends like those village men
and the cattle down near the river,
and those blossoming flowers

The sky so big,
so full of shifting clouds
and then those clouds
over the fields...
making the green,

The sun smile at my village,
The moon laugh with my village,
The stars live in my village...

The song of the wind,
sound of rain,
heavy lanes,
full of names...
My village
the one i live in,
the one that lives in me.

Turning wind mills,
The smell of green
from our clean earth
The roar of pixies

The mornings
with the whole day waiting
full of promise
The nights
so quiet
filled with expectations and dreams...

My village
the one i live in,
and the one that lives in me...

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Comments (7)

This is sad, and beautiful at the same time.
I've read that Suckling got a very nasty beating from another suitor for the daughter of a lord, I wonder if that was inspiration. Either way this is one of the more nasty Break Up venting poems writing, perfect when you feel ditched by the opposite sex.
....most excellent, love the language...unrequited love always hurts ★
Treason of love! With the muse of love and hate. Nice work.
Love and hate are correlated in life! After hate again love will prevail. So, this is only a transitory state of life!
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