A Plate Of Rice
Come soon,
Dear, at noon
Like a tired dove.
Take the best
Of my dreamy nest
And a waiting love.
Over the sky and sea
Come to me.
O' my dear,
Hunger and tear,
Stop here your flies.
I've saved for you just
With a heart in trust
A plate of rice.
17.04.2020
Dew Nightingale
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