ON MOVING

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Outside my window
Sparkles gold the Oaks
And flutter white the Moths,
Absorbing pain of parting
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As seasons pass
Does one still mourn
Fierce crash of waves
On ageless rocks and shore?
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Perhaps an aching heart
Will richly heal
In silent contemplation
Day by quiet day.
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From Wisdom From The Ages by GeoE
Nov. 02
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