How many coils shall I receive
For the just of my done deeds
Flung along in ceaseless winds
For all the loves I deceive
Be they yours; be they me
What kindness I bestow
Shall I redeem
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How many coils shall I receive
For the just of my done deeds
Flung along in ceaseless winds
For all the loves I deceive
Be they yours; be they me
What kindness I bestow
Shall I redeem
It is good to read your poems again.
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I’m glad to hear that from you! I haven’t been writing too much, and what I have I haven’t really liked. I guess I see too much of what’s changed when I do. Sometimes, that’s really hard to confront. Maybe I’ll post some more soon. Today or tomorrow.
I miss being here, and I miss talking with you. 😀
I’ll stop being such a stranger
That is good to know. Our writing does change and that is a good thing even if what we write for a time isn’t “good”. I’ve seen my writing change several times during the past four years. I’ve gone through changes myself. So…stop being a stranger!
Ok! But please be kind. This isn’t going to be easy.
m(_ _)m
Aaron – silly man. I am always kind to you. 🙂
and if you read my recent post of an old poem and a reworked new one, you will indeed see that change.