a day
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Lost often in days I’ve wrought, trembling and bound in veiled knot. The morning relieves a dreadful night, as warming comes in hopeful light. Should I in weakness stride anew? Or pity failing in harboring dew. This lack that wreaks on endless walk, grasping for more than fruitless talk. I dislike my downturn from certain… Read more
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O, those ways of drawing curious and inquisitive thoughts from deep within my hopeful mind; I cower in the forward and steep in the grace of the backward. Where is now and how do I anchor this vessel on present moorings to really see life in three phases: with tomorrow hovering and yesterday’s covering and… Read more
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Upon the face of newer times the elaborate losing sway settled in to ocher tones diminishing harshness fray. The failing of ancient thoughts Quiet days taking hold The journey paused in fog-shroud paths just happily growing old. Now is Autumn in solemn gaze no slowness in despair to let the Lord above me now ponder… Read more
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The person held more self-assured The soul dissolves in vain absurd The heart awakens in clarity’s gaze The personal joy in newborn days (c) 2017 rick stassi Read more
