Lifesong!!
Life’s a bouquet
of wait-a-bit thorn,
love’s a palette
of moments still-born
the self cleaved, the heart sleeved,
thoughts even voiced, are not clear.
I chase what I hold dear,
yet bliss eludes, butterflying, never to be near.
of wait-a-bit thorn,
love’s a palette
of moments still-born
the self cleaved, the heart sleeved,
thoughts even voiced, are not clear.
I chase what I hold dear,
yet bliss eludes, butterflying, never to be near.
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