She Sent Me To Nice Country Of The Dawn Poem by Liza Sud

She Sent Me To Nice Country Of The Dawn



She sent me to nice country of the dawn
Where virgin flower dales and Endless Summer
I traveled many countries, many roads
And yet I found her - a little tired.

There are indeed the blooming meadows
not plowed yet by someone's feet
The beast when noticed me, feared,
laps shyly from a pure stream.

Friday, September 25, 2015
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