The Passenger
Passenger of past lives,
paint thy cloth,
a lively hue,
of journeys prior,
when our skies were new,
wild, the virgin, above bucolic land,
before her windflowers were scattered,
and the fields toiled by hand.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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