Separate Landscapes

No more part of me

in the landscape of my life

cut short with each inhale

tonight I end my strife

 

Closer the mountain moves

towards man in high regard

no thought of  love reproves

for every soul He’ll guard

 

Brought together now

on one horizon

when Plath meets Blake

in the same landscape

 


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Separate Landscapes