Some day this quest
Shall cease; Some day
For aye
Some time or another
This journey should stop
This heart might rest
In peace
Often times
Regularly, I nearly feel
The quiet
The calm
Upon my faculties take
So delicate
And everything except hear
The dead leaves stir close to me
A sign to be very still
© daniel miltz
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