A Field of Violets

Over a field of violets
I walk toward the door
Up the curving staircase
Swing to the left
There’s a large room
With a round pine table
Overlooking the dogwood trees
With their full blossoms
I find you there
Waiting for me
With a vase of white roses
And a pot of of tea
A plate of sweet cakes

Just for us

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