my white room

i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.



it's coming on christmas
they're cutting down trees
they're putting up reindeer
and singing songs of joy and peace
oh i wish i had a river i could skate away on

two plants
we bought in the botanical garden
yours - with darker pot and bigger leaves
and mine, a little like a holly bush

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