To a lost city

Oxford

truth be told

will always be

my second home

that summer chalet

far and near

more than a shield

more than a sword

youth in the spring

a story long told

something borrowed

something blue

something to lose

to find her anew

To a Lost Country

The fog of anger

The fog of hurt

The fog of power

The fog of evil

Clouds

Clouds

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But among the fog

Evil does not see

The plants rising