Epistle: On Rekindling a Sense of Awe
hear the sigh,beholder of beauty!something not-quite of spring has sprung,even when crocus lies dormant.beAm of light—a fleeting sunlight.though heart is eager ...
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A Way of Looking at Beauty
It is beauty itself that you are here.The small beating in your heart keepsthe world alive. Therefore, do not askif it was a good year or a bad year.Do not torm...
Dance of the Dead
Nordic acceptance is long winter All things living flee in old NovemberNo claim to Autumn’s throne of lonelinessWhispers amongst the trees chillBarren rea...