Like He wishes for ...

Like He wishes for
Yeats the God kind
And more
me prays
To Her
To make her
That she once lays her feet bare on dewy grass mine,
She just makes her so soft
That she with caution moves
For she is to be
Treading on me...

(note:-On a poem by WB Yeats.)


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