After
After
There is nothing so quiet
As a home when all are gone
When the winds of love blow
The beloved down their homebound highway.
After the climb, the peak,
The plateau of joy and din,
There is nothing so quiet
As a home when the beloved are gone.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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