The river
In metered
Miles runs
The clay
Into mitre
Hollows the
Hallowed
Stone
Reflects the
Precious moon
Tumbles the
Humble earth
Where I’ve
Sorrowed the
Bones to
Dust
#Poetry
The river
In metered
Miles runs
The clay
Into mitre
Hollows the
Hallowed
Stone
Reflects the
Precious moon
Tumbles the
Humble earth
Where I’ve
Sorrowed the
Bones to
Dust
#Poetry
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