Eight Lines To Aid Olivia

Beneath the trav’ling clouds, the ground
lay covered in the moss
of dew-damp spring. T’was here I found
the peace that I had lost.

In nature’s nightless, new-born form
I met the mossy fern
and – just as had the night to morn’ –
I, to my future, turned…


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