Politics builds a great lie out of many small truths, poetry builds a great truth out of many small lies. - Paul Lutus

Perennial..

Perennial.. is the persistent day: Older by far than our imaginings. When all that can hurt, has hurt and gone away; Bequeathed its solitude of reckoning. I sense your essence in the autumn mist: A whispered voice in trees; with love instilled In gentle falling leaves. A parting kiss: To change the way I look upon the world.



© Pierre
2018-10-05

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