The memory of birdsong is wavering
Upon the last ghost of autumn’s descent
As here and now within the moment,
The promise of spring is naught to resent.
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So full of imagery and delightful phrases plus much to ponder about. The line 'As we celebrate death in an infants smile' in particular has me wondering.
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So full of imagery and delightful phrases plus much to ponder about. The line 'As we celebrate death in an infants smile' in particular has me wondering.