When better days have ridden
Ribbons of mist under the dawn
Receding to the hollows
Where the first seeds came from
We only lose ourselves in searching
For time’s wealth backward wound
But palliate in smaller comforts
That between snow and sun are found
| 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
Serial Outlet 