I Wonder
Day does follow night, beyond the confinesOf this shadowed mind. The winter's chill
Gives way to spring, and what was, if not lost,
Not gained, appears, at last, within my hands,
A challenge to that shadowed mind. When
All is well, will it let its eyes see?
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-01-26 at 21:25
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