'Finis'
Who would wait
by the stream
If it be dry?
To thine own spirit
That would be a lie.
Move on sweet damsel
To fields of green
Where wonders of beauty
Are yet to be seen.
Move on my child
Moments under the sun
Move on my sweet
Your work here is done.
Kesti
5-1-2002©
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