a perfect circle
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Wordsworth
1 comment:
that's one of my favorite poems.
and you are a brave woman. I don't have words to encompass my feelings regarding your loss(es?); but I admire your ability to march on. to get up each day.
you're really amazing.
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