The golden lights in the fig tree
In the lights,
In the golden lights,
Amongst the fig trees,
I find peace.
The lights,
The golden lights,
They wrap me up
With their warmth.
The lights,
The golden lights,
They kiss me,
Making me glow.
In the lights,
In the golden lights,
I find home,
Safe and warm.
As previously published by Deakin Writers Club on Facebook and Instagram
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Emma Datson
I am 40ish, medically interesting, Australian poet, who is finally using her voice. My superpower is my vocabulary. Dive in and read an eclectic mix of poetry and creative non-fiction, full of love, grief and hope. Light, love
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