Days of regret filled with |
Melancholy sadness tinged |
With guilt of old yesteryears |
Long dead. |
Favorite Word Poem - Solemnity
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See AllClouds make shadows on the lake, A mirror to the blue-sky rippling Against the shore. At evening The deer creeps in from the field Slowly approaching the water’s edge. Shepherding the fawn, alert to d
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