Where is the name
By which I called you
Why does the forsythia
Lie heavy, in winter’s wake
As if yearning for
Its sleep
Month: April 2021
A spring too late
If I could step so lightly
I would go to you
Where the gods
Cross drifting leaves
Where is the name
By which I called you
Why does the forsythia
Lie heavy, in winter’s wake
As if yearning for
Its sleep
If I could step so lightly
I would go to you
Where the gods
Cross drifting leaves
| 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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