My dog slumbers
Inocent as the day he came
Into this world
And will leave it the same.
I have long lost track of numbers.
Lost Track
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My dog slumbers
Inocent as the day he came
Into this world
And will leave it the same.
I have long lost track of numbers.
The bird’s call
To man, who’s fall
Brought
Him knowledge. Now caught
Up in his thought
He hears words,
While the birds
Sing,
Welcoming the spring.
Doors close on innocence that knows
A girl in her short summer dress.
Does she suspect?
A budding rose.
Men traverse long dark roads