I am not waiting, no
The red thrush fathoms not our measures
Of days and stars, neither does
The boulder turn from falling
Off the precipice
I am no longer on the mountain
Nor in the plains below
| Heart on Fire |
Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned."Paul Valéry"
The Poetry of Emotion
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My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres