mists swirling over a fen,
sips of wine, river wind, and spray
peace with no regret,
the touch of lost ones she dreams,
may gentle cheer come here
where she dwells trapped by disease
in this shrinking unkind world
soon to let her go.
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©️2018 Ontheland
For dVerse Monday our quadrille must include some version of the word ‘cheer’.
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