the vestiges of love
are spread now far and wide,
and ground so very fine
they are not freely spied
but cold as stems the day
they are there nonetheless,
and wait for spring for come
to spoll their
blessedness
Other People's Feelings
the vestiges of love
are spread now far and wide,
and ground so very fine
they are not freely spied
but cold as stems the day
they are there nonetheless,
and wait for spring for come
to spoll their
blessedness