After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
