Do not ask what came of
The clothes we wore back then
Or why the gardens were cut short
By new paths
Do not ask for a remembering
Of those wine-sweet nights, or
The poems composed on the veranda
| 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