Time has stored all, but keeps his chronicle
In secret, beyond all our probe or gauge.
There flows the human story, vast and full;
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The things our hearts remember make a sound So faint; so loud the menace and applause. A nice line in this lovely poem. Congrats poet on this day. 10
Beyond all our probe! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Exquisitely beautiful sonnet which reflects upon the folly of human nature. Thanks.
Things made in heart keep memories. These make sound in heart. Very neatly and amazingly drafted and shared smooth poem this is. Also this is thoughtful.10