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The Chaste Land!
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] The land of ours is not W A S T E anymore,
As is considered by T.S. Eliot,
It has turned into a chaste one,
Such is my dream, my idle thought!
No corruption I see!
No injustice of any sort,
All is well as in a utopia,
All is there to support!
My dream is terribly broken,
Like a glass right then!
Heaven
Not earth. I can dreamof Nirvana abd Paradise, but in this space, we make what joy we can and are thankful for all we receive. The bad things teach of strength, the good, patience. Nice write - utopian and glass-shattered - slc
Thank you
Thank you so much! I agree with you dear Allets. :)