When the rising of the morning wakes you,
and the catching of your breath takes you
to the far and the fetched;
through those places
let your heart pass
and your head wander.
In this way, memories made sweet
shape all the fonder.
Original poetry, short stories, and other bits.
When the rising of the morning wakes you,
and the catching of your breath takes you
to the far and the fetched;
through those places
let your heart pass
and your head wander.
In this way, memories made sweet
shape all the fonder.