Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

I went a'wandering downtown
Where people milled around
They seemed to while away the hours
Some heading up, some down
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Each moment is a slice of life
Some pleasant some quite flawed
When young, you are too fast to feel
The blessed touch of God
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They say the woods of Alba
Grow secrets in their soil
And Perigord's fair regions
Hide rarest mushroom spoils
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The day wears down
The light is fading
The afternoon
A hazy thought
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Kindness did not enter
Linen damask silver rooms
Men and women dressed in silk
Never noticed
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We wandered down a narrow lane
My friends and I that day
Just having lunched in a small bar
That time had worn and frayed
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There is a land called Highlands
Where cattle, citrus thrive
White orange blossoms languish
In rolling hills alive
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They say you can't go home again
I say that they are wrong
How often do I spend my hours
In childhood's sunny fields?
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A weeping willow touched the water
As evening breezes held their breath
You poured the white Chianti
And tore a loaf of bread
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