Just let me walk
Where a fence trims
A swath of grass
Just let me walk
In the shade
Of an old maple tree
Just let me walk
Where the hills meet the dawn
I could never falter
With this walking
These are spaces
Where the soul
Does the talking
- Amanda Niamh Dawson
Amanda Niamh Dawson was born in London, raised in Boston, and now lives in Northern California. Work has appeared in Pomona Valley Review, Literary Yard, The Piker Press, The Seventh Quarry, Hudson Valley Writers Guild, The Wave, and The Galway Review. https://www.instagram.com/thedawsonian/
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