Lit Issue 2019 | Poetry

Wedding Garden Ditty

That’s green that speaks in me alone and last, for you and first of all
That’s trimmed, translated, bridged which makes us weak
With you the time comes slow or not at all
Holds fast our hands when summer turns to fall

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