Quiet Yard

 

 

Open to all – day by day.

Quiet yard, hedged in ewe,

An invitation is always there,

But its visitors, are but a few.

. . .

Cool stones there await the feel,

The warmth of breath upon their faces.

But seldom are they so tempered;

As people rush to other places.

. . .

But alas the day, will surely come,

when all – these gates shall pass.

But warm breath shall not be shared,

having already having loosed the last.

 

Padre

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