Give one yielding hour,
All forgot in the moment.
Pretend to care not, if you must.
But you may be believed not.
Yet be.
In that hour, completely.
Then turn away,
Step again onto the twisting path.
Choice is loss.
Give one yielding hour,
All forgot in the moment.
Pretend to care not, if you must.
But you may be believed not.
Yet be.
In that hour, completely.
Then turn away,
Step again onto the twisting path.
Choice is loss.
seeking sublime surrender
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Verba volant, scripta manent !
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
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