soft as a foal
freshly birthed
in the morning sun
placental greeting of a new day
and I know it goes on either way
without us, even—dreadful day
to think—
should have been dead
long ago
yet life is but a dream,
so merrily on I row
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
soft as a foal
freshly birthed
in the morning sun
placental greeting of a new day
and I know it goes on either way
without us, even—dreadful day
to think—
should have been dead
long ago
yet life is but a dream,
so merrily on I row
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