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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Very atmospheric 🙂
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