Perspective
And all is incomplete, and will be left undone
While buildings crumble and things decay,
Kaleidoscopic seasons pass and gardens grow
And a thousand years will bloom and fade.
And all that we hold holy will be forgotten
Blowing over distant hills in dust.
Copyright © Maggie Huscroft | Year Posted 2006
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