Come fall on me sweet breath of pastures gone
And lift my leaden heart beyond this mire
Send forth a whispered dream, to ride upon
And whitewash all the things of which we tire
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Not just a beautiful and memorable piece but a free philosophy lesson to boot. t x
Yes I agree, we do often hide the memories that we should truly hold on to, but our selective remembering is what we humans do to survive the past. Wonderfully wistful sonnet. You are good at them Danny. smiling at you, remembering....Tai
Lovely, especially the first two and last two lines. Nature often 'whitewashes' unpleasantness for me. Thank you for giving me that phrase for the process.