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ay of a distant spring when the gods roamed the land and hope filled the cool air. I must confess again and again the sins of my father and seek forgiveness from those who will not give it. She stole my heart and seduced me in her lair. Now I listen to the wind perform melodies of pain and wait for her sweet return from beyond the grave of regret.</p><p id="df71">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="9a58">If you liked this poem, you may choose to read this one.</p><div id="3ef2" class="link-bl

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Sweet Return

A Poem

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A slight breeze stirs the branches of the bushes. Memories tumble through the locked doors of my mind, creating landscapes of color. I stand naked beneath the firs, singing passionate songs of lust and victory. She was my bride on the first day of a distant spring when the gods roamed the land and hope filled the cool air. I must confess again and again the sins of my father and seek forgiveness from those who will not give it. She stole my heart and seduced me in her lair. Now I listen to the wind perform melodies of pain and wait for her sweet return from beyond the grave of regret.

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Poetry
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