In This I Find You Again — O at the Edges

In This I Find You Again If there is truth to be found let someone find it. The yellow rose rests in its jar. Day and night it looks out through the glass at the world of altered lines, sensing, perhaps, beauty through its failure to prevent fading. Each morning I wake and think of […]

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