A Taste of Eternity
'Tis not that false sense of immortality
which beats back horizons, neither
'tis some God-given prescience, not talent
you warrant as indelibly yours
No, 'tis the quiet of the still hours
deep in the night; a walk in the forest
through nature's delight; oases of
tranquility ~ the world aright
January 17, 2021
Completely Your Choice (43) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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