The Month Has Fled
The month has fled, where has it gone?Memory draws lines each nightAnd starts a new one every dawn.Potter-like it fashions Time Its turning wheel the sun’s new lightEach day a line, each month a rhyme,In language that is not quite clearUntil at death we leave this sphere.
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