Would words have their wings
If truly they were own'd by
Any one of us?
Bethberry, my praise
Thou art correct in thy thought
Panegyrics commence!
Would that all flowers
Grew as endless as sunlight;
I find them fleeting.
Love of the poetic -
Quest for the solitude that
Bears the Ring of truth.
[ November 18, 2002: Message edited by: Rimbaud ]
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