London Poem: Day 347

30 July

These are your arms,
And these are mine,
Clinging hotly to
One or the other,
Before the sound drowns,
And the sun falls clumsily
Behind those old hills.
That is nature, like our life,
Where we are and our hearts
Hard thumping – It’s late
And we must allow our arms
To sleep with our new nature,
Who also sleeps, before the
Sun lifts it’s dreary,
Sleepy head.

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