Saturday, August 6, 2011

Time

Dim not your eyes with weeping
In some dark-curtained place;
There never was a sorrow
That time could not erase.


 
Look to the heavens - no cloud is fixed,
But, wind-blown, moves in sky...
Time is the wind that sweeps the heart
And blows the sorrows by...

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