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April 28, 2018

Delay — Elizabeth Jennings

 

The radiance of that star that leans on me
Was shining years ago. The light that now
Glitters up there my eye may never see,
And so the time lag teases me with how

Love that loves now may not reach me until
Its first desire is spent. The star's impulse
Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful
And love arrived may find us somewhere else.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 28, 2018 at 12:01 PM | Permalink


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