I fled my joys – December 19


I fled my joys down through the years

they haunted my long days.


Lest they not be the best I thought,

the noble planting ways.


Until my misery grew so hard

I could no longer flee.


And when I stopped and broke

my heart,


my joy first found and then

saved me.



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