rue the hay
all have gone far and widethere, a fair distance away
where no eye spy nor stray
only hindsight dare confide
even sproutlings coy in Spring
no fresh joys will they bring
still from Sun, buds cannot hide
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2024-09-28 at 00:16
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