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My Pledge

vase with roses photo rochelle wisoff fields for 022219

 

Carved from a branch from our village olive tree,

stained with the flora of our fields,

gilt with the gold from our mountain streams,

and blessed by crones who live in our caves,

I pledge these to you, as symbol of all that I am.

My love, sprung from nature, will reside

With you, tender heart, until these roses

crumble to earth, their color returns to the fields,

their gold returns to the sea, and heaven is no more.

 

 

 

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