for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey
letters fade as have these wondrous lines
like shriveled fruit wasted on withered vines
in the distance heard an infant’s cries arise
here in this moment gaze beyond the skies
for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey
letters fade as have these wondrous lines
like shriveled fruit wasted on withered vines
in the distance heard an infant’s cries arise
here in this moment gaze beyond the skies