A Poem; Selection I, Of The Curation
Norwegian Woods
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2 min readJun 28, 2023
Regard me, my young lover
My heart is not empty of you
The flowers that were ours
Grows still in the Norwegian Woods
13 Rue de Belleville, Paris.
Holds no regrets
(Piaf’s Birthplace)
And the green fuse still drives
The flowers At 5 Cwmdonkin
Drive, Swansea, Wales.
(Dylan Thomas’ home)
Van Gogh’s wheat fields
Are still spun from gold
Under the torrid Sun
In Auvers-sur-Oise
My words speak no less
Where hearts matter
My dreams unceasing
The fragrance of your memory
Greeting every new day
Regard me, my young lover
I still love you under the same
Sun that shines on our flowers
In the Norwegian Woods
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