When Time Was Eternal
Many years from now when my feeble hair resembles
a glazing mountain's peak toppled with snow...
will I will regret youth's gone splendor?
Somehow its joyful yearning
can offer much comfort and hope:
that where I'm going its beauty wil be restored...
as when time was eternal.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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