From the green meadow

The Girl of Cadiz

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A Hymn To Love
From the green meadow
The Girl of Cadiz
somewhere i have never travelled
A red, red rose
Song of the Open Road
The Road Not Taken
The Moon is Blue

Although her eye be not of blue,

Nor fair her locks, like English lasses,

How far its own expressive hue

The languid azure eye surpasses !

- Lord Byron, George Gordon

 

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Susan Rios

 

When I was a child

there was forever and not letting go

and twenty years belonged to two lifetimes

mine, because I was a little girl

mine, because I will never grow old.

- aileen

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Susan Rios

 

I reckon it happens once

when the world opens itself and you are young

I hide behind clusters where worlds I know

and know not

merge

I am here.

ever the same.  ever changing.

 - aileen