Depths of My Heart

All things uncommonly and broken
All things worn out and old
The cry of a child by the roadway
The creak of a lumbering cart


The heavy steps of the ploughman
Splashing the wintry mold
Are wronging your image that blossoms
A rose in the depths of my heart


The wrong of unshapely things
Is a wrong too great to be told
I hunger to build them anew
And sit on a green knoll apart


With the earth, the sky, and the water
Re-made like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms
A rose in the depths of my heart



Poetry by muriel
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Written on 2009-06-14 at 02:46

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