to pine for the blithe spirit
of childhood spring
a soul's tatters
mingling with the sound of rain –
appropriating such memories
in a futile attempt
to avoid realising the truth of things:
the moment is all you have.
living
Tuesday, 21 August 2012 at 14:58 under life, little things, memory, pomes, shorts, thoughts
to pine for the blithe spirit
of childhood spring
a soul's tatters
mingling with the sound of rain –
appropriating such memories
in a futile attempt
to avoid realising the truth of things:
the moment is all you have.
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