A sprig or mint by the wayward brook;
A nibble of birch in the wood;
A summer day and love and a book,
And I wouldn't be king if I could.
John Vance Cheney
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
While I still breathe every mortal moment of my life is timeless though I am not. So do not comfort me with promises of reconciliation in another world this is the only one we know this moment, the only one we live
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