a poem inspired by an image I saw on twitter. may work this into a tune with bailey, but as we meet sporadically and have enough ideas for many, many years of work, we shall see!
POW suppers
When I shall be free
I'll inhale the seas
The fields
and the skies
This time grows stale
And this room weary
No longer I'll dine alone
When I'm not needed here
I'll shed no tears
Nor hold myself
To account
The air is faint
And my will heavy
No longer alone
Send for my love
time for flight
Protect all
My hold is dear
I shall not.
Give unto fear
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