June 28, 2018

When I glimpse the sea down across the fields

To my left, [I’d thought it would be my right]

My blood beats faster as landscape yields

Up its hope, scatters the shadows of night.

Apart from meadows and sky I’m alone,

But they breathe as I breathe, promise me,

While chalk gle...

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