The Seventh Ash Tree Poem by Misha Allport

The Seventh Ash Tree



Adrift, in a mist, an opaline maze
By the seventh ash tree in a haze
Both of them, beyond a range I see
My true love beholds me in a daze

A esmo, numa nevoa e um labrinto lucido
Numa cerracao, perto de freixo setimo
Ambos eles, fora de aparencia, Eu vejo
Minha querida, me observa num pasmado

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Misha Allport

Misha Allport

Santa Monica, California
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