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Do not Be frightened of the 'life', The path which leads through shadows reach - The unfamiliar at our back, With twining claws which grasp and reach. To scatter back to our old home, To settle in a mire of dreams, And thoughts and laughs Of memories past, Avoidant of the unperceived. Set forth anew, and claim the right To live and love and Clasp the light, to scan the morrow With fresh eyes, To stake a claim, to sow, to rise.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Do not
Do not Be frightened of the 'life', The path which leads through shadows reach - The unfamiliar at our back, With twining claws which grasp and reach. To scatter back to our old home, To settle in a mire of dreams, And thoughts and laughs Of memories past, Avoidant of the unperceived. Set forth anew, and claim the right To live and love and Clasp the light, to scan the morrow With fresh eyes, To stake a claim, to sow, to rise.
An unrevised poem which sprang forth after reading Thomas' "Do not go gentle into that good night."
christopher-withers
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
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