Yes! I Use to know Yesterday
muttering little whispers of wordslike, I love you
said on rainy slow days
under cloud like puffs
of free-flowing, alabaster sheets
echoing past playful gigglings
of lovely ghosts and missed happier yesterdays
Yes! I Use to know Yesterday
muttering little whispers of wordsThe true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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