A Night Of Rendezvous

Along the rough mountains
and winding rivers
some forests
he shall pass
and cross &
get wet and dry
to meet her
on this rendezvous

In her little hut
the night is so cold and damp
the love
they have been keeping
shall build a fire
to dissolve fog and mist
and dissipate the coldness
to destroy whatever distance
has this world made against them
whatever walls whatever rain

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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