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spring commencing more than just for one hand i held two but not for much longer thought of the snow that changes hue and sleeps and swallows all that reminds of earth all that reminds of birth are there weeds are there blessings the final day keeps no final say spring commencing lost then just one brother i see a band of steps oh give back that nice feeling someone was steeling thought of medals mused of crowns the history of believe and the history of bye submit the clock for the oh hated rye pass again time |
A drink to the auld lang syne... however it is spelled. A very moving piece you have here... It reminds me of our dirty little war and our dead little soldiers, and the outlook of someone who's in line to be another one. It's profound in the use of the seasons and spring, the "commencing" (military flair in that)... You write beautifully.| Posted on 2009-02-03 00:00:00 | by SmokinG | [ Reply to This ] | |