Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

Without the Hawthorn

The stream moves endlessly
as our life travels to its beginning
and rapidly to its own end.
We could lavish in great riches
but languish without touch
and in spite of ourselves
to stand in the perception
of comfort which is only that
and it comes as no slow surprise
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