There's Beauty in the Barest Breath of Sunshine
|There's beauty in the barest breath of
Wasted on all but those who know despair.
Each wound turns passions just a bit more grey,
Not adding new nor taking old away,
Trading joy for something far less fair,
Yet turning grace to something far more fine.
For such, there is a winding of the way
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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