Calmly we walk through this April's day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
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' Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn' is so meaningful lines. Very nice poem and thanks for sharing.
Delmore found the spot that warmed my heart on this cold winter morning: May memory restore again and again the smallest color of the smallest day. Amen
The smallest color of the smallest day: Time is the school in which we learn, .. Thanks for sharing...
..............a walk on an april's day is always a joy.....beautiful poem
In the park sit pauper and rentier, The screaming children, the motor-car Fugitive about us, running away' the normality of calm disorder within a busy crowded park, in this poem April was long lasting