Sunday, January 7, 2007



Life is a stream

On which we strew

Petal by petal

the flowers of our heart

The end lost in dreams

They float past our view

We only watch their glad early start

Freighted with hope

Crimsoned with joy

We scatter the leaves of our opening rose

Their widening scope

Their distant employ

We never shall know

And the stream as it flows

Sweeps them away

Each one is gone

Ever beyond into infinite ways

We alone stay

While years hurry on

The flower fared forth

though its fragrance still stays

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