Mill Field

Gen Contentment - Poem by Mill Field

Between your gentle hands you hold my head
And softly lean my back upon your breast;
How warmly happy I feel.

The embers glow;
Outside the rain falls steadily.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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