I fled my joys – December 19

12.19

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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