søndag 31. august 2014

Call to me by a name so tender that with longing my heart will wrench- words of love on the winds will be carried all the way to my post in the trench...



I surrender!
My life isn't yet at its end.
I surrender!
My hand in joy I extend
Towards the blossoms,
Towards the light
And Autumn --- Spring
I long for Spring,
For delight!


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