Taste Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Taste



Taste the sweet air,
as the dove flies by me,
romanticize as the dew is,
and as it was meant to be,
cross the old bridge,
that I walk upon,
solemn and alone,
small but meek,
then, there are the words,
I wish to speak,
alone, alone am I,
as I look to the summer sky.

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