I met my love under an orange tree:
I have forgotten
only the facts, not the inference-
there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins
I met my love under an orange tree:
I have forgotten
only the facts, not the inference-
there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins
And the soul creeps out of the tree.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories