Scape

To see not one person in the idyllic vista
To long for a certain someone in your arms
Ache at the sight of such immersible beauty
Nights indulgence of angels & spirits charms

I walked down True Lovers Walk
To the river, to the swans
I wandered, as if I was Hyperion
Let them talk, let them bloody well talk

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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