That Universal Truth
That Universal Truth
Surprised by the desire
For once not to rush, the
Ambitious young poet,
Always on the search for
Another universal truth,
Slows his pace to match
His sister’s sedate carriage.
They amble now, through
Trees and bushes, until they
Reach the edge of this
Stilling wood, and the air
Motionless, and in front
Of them that carpet of yellow,
The hovering single cloud, the
Hoarse rushing of the sea
In the distance, and peace
At last.
R 05/10/2024 18:39
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