Alone; from that fountain, Since spring now sprung;
My childhood birthed, back into passions room.
As others have, all gone over and into again
and I must now pass again alone, and afraid.
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This is an elegant poem. I always hold my breath; reading somebody new, because I have a feeling I am inhaling somebody's soul then, and with you the feeling is very strong.
it is an exceptional poem thereby almost perfect communication between man and nature..10+++ from me
A beautiful write, though I don't think that each and every thing stems from childhood, we're very complicated beings with very mysterious compositions of both mind and bodies.
Justly brilliant piece........ thanks for sharing.....