I long for land that’s not (Edit 1.)

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Probably needs a couple more strophes 


I long for land that’s not

A castle in Toulouse
with a park in the grounds,
but under a Moreton Bay fig’s awning,
its loose basket of lush
green leaves, the sound of a brush 
tailed possum haunting it after dark
and lorikeets in the dawning.            

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Probably needs to be rewritten ??

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Smileys disappeared again

Hi Busker,

I don't know about rewritten.  I think it's a promising beginning.  It being an imaginary place, the sky's the limit, verdad?

TqB