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October
I’ve been down, tonight
At river’s edge,
Where the leaves of trees
Are growing gold;
And I wonder, to myself,
If I’ve any pledge,
To ask of those sentries
The task of growing old.
At river’s edge,
Where the leaves of trees
Are growing gold;
And I wonder, to myself,
If I’ve any pledge,
To ask of those sentries
The task of growing old.
Published 13th Oct 2022
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14th Oct 2022 4:51am
Dear Tmy,
I liked this write as it reminded me of seeking knowledge and clarity from wizened sages. Quiet and unassuming they’ll give an answer but only if asked. Lovely piece. H🌷
I liked this write as it reminded me of seeking knowledge and clarity from wizened sages. Quiet and unassuming they’ll give an answer but only if asked. Lovely piece. H🌷
15th Oct 2022 5:57am
