Simple Things Must Have the Brightest Glow
Music: Black Mary.
|Simple things must have the brightest glow:|
After all the passion, there is love.
Rest easy in the troubles and the years:
All these pass, and what remains is love.
How simple to step out of self-concern,
Shorn of all the boundaries and the fears,
Hoping for the answer we all know:
A beauty we must constantly relearn.
Until we love, we cannot shed real tears,
Nor can we feel our hearts with pleasure move.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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