poetry

A poem: In the stones of time

” Seasons pass in loves green garden, 

and the years their change bring. 

But beneath the fallen blossoms, 

Hope takes root and new days spring.

Round the arbors of remembrance, 

Youths unfading roses climb, 

And the mosses of affection, 

Grow between the stones of time. ” 

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