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Beyond Walls
larrylark

In the cool clime of The Low Countries,
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beautifully aged brickwork
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of merchant houses,
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cemented all those years ago,
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even as they were completed,
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seemed worn to a honeycomb glow.
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How lovely the morning sun,
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glistening through early dew.
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The holy ghost of all they held dear
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flitted among monies  made and profits due.
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Young girls stitched lace collars
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that fitted not too tight
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above a handsome velvet coat
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magnificent in broad daylight.
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They turned and smiled
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towards the lady of the house
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dressed in bodice over a plain skirt
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gliding over polished tiles.
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She would kneel to wile away an hour,
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fingers tapering towards heaven,
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but her mind had long risen, wandered far
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from her gilded prison.
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2 Dec 18

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  Love the third stanza. Great poem
 — CheBourdain7

I  thank you CheBourdain7 for recognising true genius LOL.

Larry in his own rite Lark
 — larrylark

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